CHAPTER 3
A slig entered Hlir’s office. Hlir was old and barely had some lounges left, but he was still capable to give some decent orders to his workers. The slig put a paper on his desk. Hlir’s help slig quickly grabbed it and put it up so he could read it. Hlir studied the paper for a while.
“Is it really so many?” he asked the slig. The slig nodded.
“Yep. It’s a entire group of freaks there…” he said and laughed. “Wonder how many that’ll miss em…”
“Let’s hope it’s not gonna be too many, I can’t afford to loose anything.”
“Except?”
“Yeah. Except.”
The slig looked puzzled for a while, then shrugged and waited for orders.
“Tell them about the orders. They’re leaving tomorrow night.”
“In the middle of the night? Is that really necessary?” the slig asked. Hlir looked a bit annoyed.
“Yes. It is.”
The slig shrugged again and left the office.
“Really?!” both Rhan and Jekketh said on the same time. They were the only ones left in the training room. The slig nodded.
“Yep. Quite important too, if ye ask me… Ye better tell the rest of your group, I might just forget about it…”
Jekketh exchanged a surprised look with Rhan.
“Hey man… this is big!”
Rhan laughed and went away to tell the others.
“You can’t be serious!”
“Why? Something’s wrong…”
“We’re gonna do what?! That’s impossible!”
“I have a headache…”
“Man! People are gonna be all over us when we get back…”
That was some of the phrases heard in the ‘free time room’ when Rhan and Jekketh told them about what was about to happen. Only Quarter sat still on a chair and studied the group’s different reactions of the news. Rhan and Jekketh were busy answering questions. There were a lot of voices shouting and arguing around the two tables and they received many looks from other people in the room. When the buzz had laid down a bit, Quarter suddenly said some words.
“Who said we were supposed to get back?”
Everyone stared at him.
“Aw, come on, Quarter! Stop being so…so…”
“Pessimistic?”
“Yeah!”
“I’m not pessimistic. I’m realistic.”
No one said anything for a while.
“But anyway… I guess that we can’t say no. After all, Hlir is a mad son of a…”
His arguing became a mumble. No one said anything. They just looked at each other.
They knew that he was right.
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