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The barman shouted and then was cut off. He’d probably reached for his crowd-sweeper behind the bar and been silenced by Bonnie. No pole-fishing tonight, my friend.
Qinlao’s breakfast buddies—the two who weighed in like normal human beings—were scrambling away. They weren’t going quietly. If they were lieutenants, they were untrained in the ways of shitstorms. They also didn’t appear to be armed, or keen to stay around people who were.
“Get me out and I’ll pick up your contract!” one of them said.
“Go!” answered one of the gorillas, folding in behind him as he scrambled away. They and the other lieutenant disappeared deeper into the corner somehow.
That was fine by me. Less people trying to kill me now.
The Twosome were behind me. I turned my back so my MESH coat would take any sh
