Chasing Liberty Page #4

Very fast. Like, right now.

Whatever you say, Mrs. Bond.

They're chasing us! They're chasing us!

Go, go, go, go, go.

Ben, l think we just lost them.

Oh, we lost them, did we?

-So why the wild ride, Anna?

-Concert security.

l snuck in, they caught me.

Chaos erupted.

Yeah, because they always give

giant chase vehicles to bouncers.

Maybe there was a little bit more

involved than just that.

-Almost always is, isn't there?

-Yeah.

Well, l'm gonna go.

So....

Thank you so much for the ride, Ben.

l appreciate it.

Bye.

Oh, wait.

Helmet?

So sorry. Thanks.

-You're sure you know where you're going?

-Yes.

No.

l'm supposed to be meeting a friend

of mine at this bar, Marquis de Sade.

-Do you have any idea where that is?

-Hang on.

Mate, it's me. l've got a question for you.

Marquis de Sade bar, what's the address?

The corner of Jakubska and Templova.

Okay, yeah. See you later, mate. Bye.

Ben, l know you probably think

l'm this really rude....

Thank you.

Hold on.

-So you a big drinker?

-l drink.

-You're not drinking?

-You're getting pissed for the both of us.

So where are you headed?

l am kind of...

...backpacking through Europe

on my way to Berlin for the Love Parade.

Oh, right.

Where's your backpack?

-Backpacking is just an expression.

-Oh, yeah.

For what?

Fine. Okay, fine. You caught me.

l'm on vacation here with my parents...

...and it's this numbing series of five-star

hotels and seven-course brunches.

-And l just can't take it anymore.

-lt's tough to take, l guess.

You know, chocolate mint

on your silk pillow. Nightmare.

So...

...what's your story?

l mean, like, why are you here

all by your eyelashes?

-l mean, self.

-Well, actually, l'm here on holiday.

lndulging in my passion for photography.

Taking pictures of European architecture...

-...and drunk teenage fugitives, of course.

-Hey. l'm not some drunk--

Holy sh*t.

l have to go. Oh, God, l have to go.

Why don't you duck into the loos

and, kind of, kill two birds sort of thing.

You....

You are great.

You. You stay here, you. Okay?

Be back.

-What took you so long?

-Why'd you leave, Agent Calder?

You should have stopped her

at the concert.

And let the first daughter cause a scene

with photographers hanging around?

She's yours. She's hiding in the loos

and drunk, so l'm sure she'll go easy.

l'll check in with you later.

-He's tall.

-What?

He's tall. Great.

-She ran off with a stranger.

-You said he was Secret Service.

-lt smells like wet cigars.

-She does not know he's Secret Service.

l think the maid was smoking.

She's desperate for freedom, Jim.

You pushed her into this

with your lack of trust.

You'd tell me if you started

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