Bjorn rose up, put away sabre and slinged a crossbow over the shoulder, and finished off last bits of kebab, tossing paper wrapping onto one of the corpses as he passed towards new recruit.
"Comrades, I will leave you to clean up that mess, and Gorodetsky, get back into the closet, or at least take some care of yourself, Weise, clean up that ammo and guns." He turned to face Julio, measuring him from head to toe.
"You, "amigo" are going with me, I would like a bit cleaner place to work at. Follow me" With that he passed corsair and went for room across the halway, unlocking the door with ID card.
"So, tell me, Quinetillia, how is Crete and those high nose elders these days? Do they still only quarrel between them while people suffer?" Bjorn proceeded to sit at the desk, and showed Julio empty chair in front.
