"So we find a kebbe shop that isn't a food cart where the drivers go for arak after the shift is over?" Natasha keeps her arms crossed. "I won't be welcome in that kind of area, but I can translate for you from a lookout."
She unzips one of the duffel bags and starts checking magazines on the guns.
"Won't that be a change of roles. You on the ground and me watching over your ass." She snorts before moving on to the next weapon. "Should be some money in one of the bags. Lebanese pounds. Might be able to buy yourself some information."
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on 2016-02-21 02:55 am (UTC)She unzips one of the duffel bags and starts checking magazines on the guns.
"Won't that be a change of roles. You on the ground and me watching over your ass." She snorts before moving on to the next weapon. "Should be some money in one of the bags. Lebanese pounds. Might be able to buy yourself some information."