"What are you doing?" Halo yelled, reaching for my hand.
"Stop! Just keep eating your food," I put my hand underneath the other side of the bar, searching. I came across a small pistol taped to the wood. I ripped it off, brought the pistol to me.
"Is it loaded?"
June's aged, spotted hands quivered uncontrollably. Too afraid to move, think or speak. I pointed the pistol at her.
"IS IT LOADED?"
"YES!"
I stuffed the pistol in my pocket.
"Let me just eat the rest of this, and I'll leave. I know you're going to call the enforcers. But give us a head start. One hour...that's all I ask."
She nodded her head slowly.
"Put your arms down."
She listened, and let her tears flow. Halo became angry, watching how I was treating June. Her eyes narrowed, and she stabbed her syrup drenc
