"As, if I wasn't miserable enough..."Mark mumbled miserably in between a sip of coffee and bite of sandwich.
“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”-Chuck Palahniuk
"Oh shut up," Adriana snapped, sipping her second cup of espresso for the day. Sitting at a different coffee shop (she had a thing about coffee), in downtown Dublin. Mark was still complaining. He always did. Sometimes it was hard to find good help nowadays. But he was a good friend, which was even harder to find. But, a nagging thought toyed at her mind, why didn't I just get the plant? Water it twice a week and its good, plus plants don't need two thousand dollar Rolex watches and leather jackets.
It might not have been the best day, being in the same cafe as an assassin, with their rifle trained on her target, getting tackled by somebody in a muddy field, plus having Fowl disappear. Other then that and having to call Miles, it was a pretty nice day in the life of The Sapphire Thief.
Her cellphone rung, then and there. Speak of the devil. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, it vibrating in her perfectly manicured fingertips. She checked the caller ID. Unlisted number, it read.
"Finally you called, Miles," she groaned into the receiver of the phone. "I could have used your call an hour or two ago."
"Well, sorry for being late, but..." He said with the kind of tone that said something along the lines of I have worked so hard on this and could use some payment in return, but just a suggestion.
"What," she contained the urge the guy what she was thinking, "do you have for me." Her tone was obliviously forced and she knew that Miles knew it.
"Now, let me tell you a little something about Master Fowl, but there's a catch..." There was always a catch.