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It was almost midnight, and Silas was nowhere near drunk enough. It had only been a few hours since they had climbed out of the sewer after having saved the world… again. He healed fast, but he was still in a lot of pain. The liquor was medicinal. The waitress brought over another two shots and a beer, which he downed almost immediately. He looked up at the deserted stage. No show tonight. The band was cool with that; they all could use a night off. But tomorrow they would be rocking the house once again. He smiled at the thought. Then he looked at Mort and the smile disappeared.
“So that’s everything? You’ve told me everything that happened down there?”
“Yep. Have you talked to the others? It should match up. Should make a nice little report for Moreales. And I am exp
