**** Alyssa ****
Within minutes the SIB types sweep through the parking lot where we are and split into two groups, half surrounding us and half pouring into the building. Soon after, all the human customers come flying out of the restaurant and bar. From the snatches of conversation I hear as people pass, it sounds like SIB jerks are claiming a significant gas leak from another building nearby. I've only heard rumors about the royal guard tossers — that's who I'm assuming these people are, judging by the small matching emblems on the left breast of each suit.
Apparently, the entire block is being evacuated. While I'm glad they are not dumping the blame on Luke's business alone, I'm not thrilled that, other than Luke and Nathan, I'm surrounded by potential enemies. Soon, for a mile at l
