He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.
His face was sore from the beatings and his eyes were still holding some tears. The betrayal had hurt more than the punches.
Three
Pedro passed running to the bathroom, his face livid and his hand covering his mouth. Lunch didn't go down well.
Vomiting sounds followed the slamming of the door.
A few seconds
The attack was over in seconds; and that felt weird.
Had the enemy regret it?
Surely something happened that made the thousands of enemy soldiers stay their hand.
He rolled on his back
Head high, she swept out of the room. A second later, head even higher, she swept back in, snatched up the money and was gone again.
That meant she had accepted the job.
Standing in the middle of the path, it glowed yellow.
Its feet perfectly balanced the weight of its body.
Everyone who passed by it, looked.
When they saw it, they stopped. Or they