Capítulo 657: The Hit

Donnie looked at his pale-faced driver and frowned.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you dawdling around like some old lady?! Get out NOW!" Donnie yelled, "I have a plane to catch. If I miss that, you can be sure that you're not going to have a good life."

Or any life, for that matter.

The driver gulped and quickly went out into the rain.

Luckily, it was a drizzle now so the driver didn't need an umbrella. Donnie watched him go out, the frown on his face deepening. 

Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

At that moment, the driver saw two motorcyclists heading over on the slowest lane and he waved at them. He hoped that at least one of them would stop, and was surprised when both did.

They had on a full-face helmet on and with the visor down, all the driver could see was his own reflection. The driver sized them up, noting that from their built, one was a guy and the other was either a girl, or a young boy.