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As Brian studied his cards he heard his phone ringing where he'd left it at the bar. 'Excuse me a moment Marc' he smiled putting his cards down on the card table and walking to the bar.
Marc looked up from his own cards 'Sweep her off 'er feet sir'.
Brian reached his phone and just as he picked it up the call went to voicemail, in his nervous excitement he fumbled with the phone unable to answer it in time. 'Damn' he said aloud finally getting the phone to unlock and walking back to the card table with Marc.
'Just message 'er sir'
'I'll just call her back'
Marc sighed putting his cards on the table, 'Now don't go being daft sir, thought you were the clever one here?'
'I am the clever one here' replied Brian casting a questioning look at Marc 'That's why I'm going to ring her back'
'You go do that sir and you'll look desperate'
'Oh come of it Marc, what am I 17 or something?'
'Might as well be sir as you've clearly no idea what you're doing'
Brian shrugged his shoulders, Marc was rarely wrong in these matters and he was hardly an expert by any means. He started typing, and after a minute or so he handed the phone to Marc. 'Any good?'
Marc looked at the phone reading the message

[i]Excellent, I'll bring the car around. Mind telling me where I'm driving?[/i]

'I've seen worse sir, sure you don't want me driving?' Marc handed the phone back to Brian who sent the text and then pocketed his phone.
'No, not this time Marc, think I'll take the Porsche out for a spin'
'Fair enough sir, pulling out all the stops in order to impress then?'
'Not at all Marc, not at all' he replied sarcastically picking up his cards again, 'But lets not think of it for now, for now lets finish this game'.

The game went on for about another 30 minutes, when it finished Marc set about cleaning the glasses behind the bar before taking his leave. Brian had decided to give Marc the night off, the man certainly deserved it. However, having done so without much thought it left Brian to get everything ready including the Phantom.

Brian changed out of his suit into a pair of jeans and a simple grey t-shirt, pocketing his keys and his phone he entered his lift and pressed the button for the garage. The lift slid down silently the doors opening to reveal a relatively small garage, his limousine was parked along one side, and next to it sat a silver Porsche 911. Brian smiled and rubbed his hands together eager to get to work, he activated the cars radio with the interface chip. The radio began playing Sinatra's New York and Brian set to work.