Matthew wakes up in his seat with a yawn. His beer warm, flat and half touched.
He makes a mental note of how much time might have passed...the meeting seems to be over.
"Crap!"
Banger logs that this most recent test batch of organic synthweed is a little off as well. The sedative affect is far too stealthy and strong.
"Test crop 66 will be the golden ring. Well, hopefully anyway"
He deactivates his neural-net and stands to stretch.
From the restaurant patio that overlooks the bank of the Erinloch Reservoir, he catches a glimpse of the narrow, boarded-up former residence of his nephew, a decent & good arms' stone throw away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a shadow move on the porch. He jerks his head and glares directly at it.
The shadow rises from its seat & glares back.
"SonofaBitch!!"
Banger Hops the short iron half-fence that separates the restaurant patio from the lochside walkway & briskly stalks towards the shadow as it mirrors his approach & the two forms close the distance between one another.
Damien McEwan's warm and welcoming smile and outstretched greeting hand was met with Banger's fist doing its thing across the younger man's jaw, slamming Dimi to the ground and filling his mouth with blood.
"WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU SELFISH PIG^#@%ER!!!" snarled the enraged uncle from above him.