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cardsharper

Art for the Gwent challenge 2017 #tonysart@gwentchallenge

no wonder i fell for this hot mess

It wasn't so much that she wasn't expecting to come out of this situation very much on top-- But she simply doubted the ease with which she would get the precious thing to its destination. She'd pissed off someone that, if it wasn't for their familiarity, she would be loathe to even approach, let alone try to beat. 

Surviving an endeavour such as this was something she'd begun to find familiar though, the dominatrix reminded herself as she crossed London in a fourth black cab. She was taking no risks, and swapping cars at almost every traffic light was a necessary complication. The rock sat with a weight of responsibility in the handbag on her lap, hair up, business face donned. This prat she had to deal with wasn't particularly favourable to the woman, but his chequebook was as good as any. 

Plus there was no way he would have the guts to double-cross her. The road must have been resurfaced, she noted, as the cab's brake was applied with practised precision. The slow approach of the cab to a normally unremarkable junction sent a shiver down Irene's spine; it led to the home of the elder Moriarty. And as expected, the cab continued ahead, completely ignorant of its significance.

Clouds covered the winter sun, so finally her driver could flip the visor back up, distracting Irene's wavering attention for a split second. One hour and this whole ordeal would be over.

[Text] I’ll get right on that, maybe he’ll starve himself out of spite. -JM