John hadn’t seen him for years and now? The stubble on his face told John all he needed to know about how Arthur was taking Marcus’ death. John wondered who had called him.
“Calm down, pet. We’re very good at killing people. You won’t feel a thing. And once we’re done, we’ll meet up with Arthur and another friend of ours who I think you’ll like very much.” Eames wove through traffic, less like he was making a getaway and more like he was as impatient to get where he was going as the rest of the drivers on the road. It was hard to figure out his intended route.
“One who doesn’t fuck around where loyalties are concerned, isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and is very keen on working with terrifyingly competent men who look marvellous in well tailored suits. How’s your Japanese?”