He was sorely mistaken...
The rest of the drive went on silently,with the wind blasting throw the gaping hole where the window had been. Andre grabbed a handful of shattered glass and squeezed it tightly till it cut his hand. He was distracting himself and keeping his itching hands busy. They were indeed itching, itching to shove the man beside him down and do all sorts of violent acts till he begged for mercy. 'Patience' he cajoled his mind body and soul, it wasn't time for that yet...
