Failed Invasion
The people were curious, curious to know. Mike looked around, the eyes were on them, for a while. It wasn’t good, for them. He gestured Bruno to sit down. But Bruno wasn’t on his soberness, 'Why silent, man? Speak up.' The bartender was irritated, 'Sir, if you wanna quarrel, it’s your wish. But not inside my bar. So leave, or peace out.' Bruno quite understood the warning, and sat down. Mike looked at him. He wasn’t really drunk. He was just tired, tired of running around. Mike was too, but at least Mike knew everything, Bruno didn’t. Bruno asked, 'Are you sure it was her?' Mike nodded, 'Yeah, can't forget the face.' Bruno sighed, 'But why? And how?' Mike took a sip, 'Well, remember when I spoke about it?' Bruno recalled, 'Yeah, maybe at the hospital canteen.' Mike nodded, 'Righ
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