CAFETERIA;
I.C: the slig that was sitting at the table with Nox replied by informing him he didn't know where the boss was.
for odds sake! what you gotta' do to get employed 'round 'ere!?
"OK, thanks mate." Nox replied, and with that, he picked up his rifle once more, and proceeded to walk briskly out the Cafe.
f*ck this, lets just wait a while...
and so, he leant against the wall just outside of the cafe doors, and began to unload his rifle of bullets, preparing to clean the gun bore.
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