CHAPTER EIGHT
“No! Don’t shoot. You can’t have a conversation without shooting each other. This conference should have ended by now,” roared Andy.
President Patrick switched the gun to pointing at Andy, but he was short-tempered as well and he retaliated instantly fuming and aiming at his head without even moving his face. Still and soberly.
“They don’t call me short-fused. Or hot-tempered for nothing. One mistake and you will be sat on the table with Jesus. Drinking his blood. Or worse in hell being cooked by the devil. So, don’t bloody point that thing at me. Okay? Two counts and you are out,” bellowed Andy shaking with fury.
“Again, I reiterate that Dennis is a perfect example. So, listen up!”
“The military will take over and facilitate the activities of the EB. Until such a time w
