Salamander 2
Copyright© 2008 by EMW
Chapter 17
(Four)
The man sat at the bar still wearing his cheap uniform, frankly I disliked him on sight but he would be useful so I suppressed my distaste.
I moved up to the bar a meter or so down from him, trying not to scratch at my face for fear of disturbing my disguise. Personal contact was risky so I did what I could to mitigate the risk.
The ex guard was pretty drunk and quite loud, it would make my job easier. Since half the pub could hear the guys ranting it wouldn't be a stretch to seem knowledgeable about his situation which would save a lot of time.
"I tell you," he slurred gesturing to the barman spilling most of his pint in the process, "I was just doing my job protecting the shop. I turned some freakish animal away and that damn bitch fired me for no reason! What's this country coming to, used to be an honest hard working man could get on okay in life, now everyone's being pushed out by these freaks and monsters. Should have shot the lot of 'em when we had the chance."
I sidled closer, "I hear that buddy, those things are evil, my brother lost his job welding because one of those freaks could spot weld with his fingertips," I said.
The man smiled at me thinking me a kindred spirit, I did my best to foster that impression. This sort of person who just complained about the demons but didn't have the strength of character to do something about it made me sick. They just expected someone else to fix their problems for them.
"Well fella, these things are a real problem, about time someone did something about them," he slurred.
"Indeed, let me get you another drink, and why don't we go somewhere more private to talk."
"Sure sounds good."
I ordered the guy another drink and guided him to a quiet corner of the pub where there was less chance of being overheard.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" the guard said.
"Well, I know a little more about your situation that I let on," I replied.
The man regarded me with suspicion, "Oh yeah, how's that?"
"Well, a friend of mine saw what happened to you and let me know. I work with a group of like minded individuals that watch out for this sort of thing. But first there is something I think you should see," I pulled out a small video player from my pocket, "My friend recorded this after you left."
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