Arc 3, Chapter 158—Concrete 'Evidence.'
.
.
~Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop.
President Glandol and several others watched the chopper take off in knee-deep silence. Everything that happened to say felt like a fairytale—a dark, grim tale a part of them wished they never knew. It was over, yet their hands were twitching spastically.
Struggling to control their quivering, they took out thin buds of cigarettes to ease the trauma. Some smoked, some crouched down staring at the ants in a daze, while others spat out one-liner exclamations and cursed from time to time.
After today, it will be pretty darn hard staying out late into the night.
Hell!
Didn't you listen to that stuck-up prick? The night is when these Blood suckers are most active. Those with children already felt shaky, wondering how they'd keep their teenage brats under control. In fact, even their adult children were in danger too.
Smoke… smoke… smoke… they needed to have a good smoke or a good drink.
