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They were refusing to play ball. Marianne and the others had shut themselves away downstairs in the hotel meeting room. It meant no access to food or other supplies in the short term, but they figured that was a small price to pay to stay alive. A furious Piotr had sent Stan over to try and talk some sense into the group, but negotiations had gone as badly as expected. Stan was an inherently selfish and inflexible old git who couldn’t understand why none of them were prepared to go out and clear the streets again, even though he’d barely left his plush apartment in the last few weeks, other than at mealtimes.
‘Be reasonable,’ he said. ‘We’ve all got to play our part.’
‘And what exactly is your part, Stan?’ David asked. Marianne had coaxed him down from his room, but his mood was not
