In this late hour of the night,the door to Christy's opened.
It was Constable George Miles,looking like crap.He waved at Christy and smiled,asked for a hot cup of tea and appoached the table in the corner.
He was thinking about all that have happened that day...The fighting with the Corsairs wasn't what was torturing him. It was the innocent lifes he has taken,so he can protect his career,his life.
His meeting with this freelancer...and the alien stones he carried...All those things will never leave his mind.
He had to cover that incident with the alien artifacts or he would've lost his job and most likely put in prison for life.Now he was not worried about that,because he made sure no evidence is left...And no witnesses...The only man who knew what really happened that day was the freelancer...George shouldn't have been worried about him oppening his mouth because they were in this together...but still he had doubts about it...
After drinking his tea,he went to sleep,unnoticed,because Christy was busy cleaning behind the bar..She only heard the bell on the door when closed.
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