Eli
The Breathing Master
"Christ, am I looking forward to getting outta this damned car." Will had one hand loosely attached to the steering wheel and the other hanging out of the open window. He was leaning back heavily in his seat, eyes staring dully at the road. The wind whipped at his hair, mussing the already disheveled peppery black curls. They'd been in the car for hours, making the journey from their last dead end to their next one. Well, he hoped -- hell, at this point he would even pray -- that the city wouldn't be a dead end, but knowing their luck, it probably would be.
Will felt like they were on a wild goose chase; one clue might crop up after hours upon hours of poring over data, after countless interviews and arduous stake-outs. And after following that clue like a pair of bloodhounds, they'd ram right into a solid brick wall. That was how it went with their work -- Will knew that -- but it didn't make it any less infuriating.
He tugged on his tie, loosening its grip around his neck. When it started to flap about in his face like a frantic bird, he growled and cranked the window shut. A silence settled over the vehicle; the sudden vacuum, after the constant roar of the wind, was surprisingly uncomfortable.
"So, uh, Isaac..." He scratched at the stubble accumulating on his chin. "Y'been quiet, pal. You hungry?"
Compared to Will, anyone would seem a little quiet. It wasn't that the man was a chatterbox -- it was that when he did get talking, he tended to be a bit loudmouthed.
Will's stomach groaned. He also had a tendency to assume that whatever was bothering him was probably bothering Isaac; the long drive had him craving a good meal. When they got to the city maybe they'd stop by a diner. He glanced at the sky; it was starting to get dark. Best get to the city, get some grub, and crash at the motel before picking up the investigation in the morning.
Will felt like they were on a wild goose chase; one clue might crop up after hours upon hours of poring over data, after countless interviews and arduous stake-outs. And after following that clue like a pair of bloodhounds, they'd ram right into a solid brick wall. That was how it went with their work -- Will knew that -- but it didn't make it any less infuriating.
He tugged on his tie, loosening its grip around his neck. When it started to flap about in his face like a frantic bird, he growled and cranked the window shut. A silence settled over the vehicle; the sudden vacuum, after the constant roar of the wind, was surprisingly uncomfortable.
"So, uh, Isaac..." He scratched at the stubble accumulating on his chin. "Y'been quiet, pal. You hungry?"
Compared to Will, anyone would seem a little quiet. It wasn't that the man was a chatterbox -- it was that when he did get talking, he tended to be a bit loudmouthed.
Will's stomach groaned. He also had a tendency to assume that whatever was bothering him was probably bothering Isaac; the long drive had him craving a good meal. When they got to the city maybe they'd stop by a diner. He glanced at the sky; it was starting to get dark. Best get to the city, get some grub, and crash at the motel before picking up the investigation in the morning.
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