A muffled explosion can be heard in the distance, Noone in the makeshift bar seemed to take much notice, they were here to relax, not sort out problems, James remembered noticing a couple of grenades strapped to Viktor's belt, James smiled to himself as he thought of the poor guy who had the misfortune to run into him on his loot run "Haha...That crazy hobo" James got to his feet and ordered another drink, this time he dropped $100 on the counter before he returned to his table and repeated the rutine of lighting another ciggarette and drinking his beer in silence.
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