Another night spent give drink to scientists standing in the way the night of the blitz.
But this night, someone knows something more: I know Michelle and Grinij of being spied on for more than thirty micro-cameras.
Thirty-six to be exact. When
Grinij, yesterday, found the source, the handset has divided into thirty-six views of the Star Wars universe.
And one was right behind us who play with.
-E 'the source here. He told me Grinij, with its emphasis of the East.
-Here at the Star Wars bar.
Now I know that someone was watching and I know that someone knows that we know. Not
much, but at least now we can spy on those who light by bouncing the signal from the micro-cameras from the office computer to that of Grinij. Peter
the counter has the usual fans, while on my side there is a panda, a whore and a pimp with his uncle with his granddaughter in his thirties.
Panda wants his usual Jack served with the addition of cola.
-Jack and cola, I say.
-No. Jack with the addition of cola. It reaffirms him. The
whore engages a customer, Anglophone who goes all happy, perhaps because he does not know what it will cost and jelly order now a bottle of Berlucchi with the money you cash out.
uncle and niece ordered two red East.
They speak with a English accent.
while you prepare the cocktail peek their shoulders.
It is no coincidence: Fico Barboza, says the brand of their t-shirt.
-Yeah. She says. We are many and diverse.
-What do you want?
-you understand a few things.
-Type?
-What if you get kicked between the legs a transvestite, you're hurting the same. Uncle says Barboza.
tasted the drink.
-Ce had said that you do good. Thank you, I say. And walks away. Michelle
I call home.
-okay?
-Yes, why?
tell her what happened. The also say to be careful.
The night passed off with some anxiety but Barboza uncle and niece do not see them anymore.
Giubeca and others are evicting the club from the latest troublesome pain in the ass.
I uncorked a beer when the phone rings. E 'Grinij front of a computer that is watching us from his home.
-DIMM.
-Sai who is now in the office to check the records of the blitz?
-No. Obvious.
-Big Boss.
-What the fuck are you saying? Big Boss is in the parterre, the phone, as usual.
-It 's also true. I see it.
-I do not understand. I tell him.
-Me neither, but look who is going up with the elevator.
-I ride, the elevator door opens and I find myself in front of Big Boss look-alike.
-Ola, all right? Looks like you've seen a ghost. I say with a clear emphasis English.
I look around: it's me and two Big Boss. No one else. Apart
Grinij, which is watching us from up there ...
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