Book3:WereMyDreamIs

“Bigbro,you’rereallygreat.Whatyousaygivingthiswalletback?That‘seveerright?”Themiddle-agedman’seyeslightedupandhesaid,

    “Yes,yes.Yhtlilbrother.Let’sgiveitback.Ipickedthepocketofagentatthebusstatiostillbelookingforit…”WhenDimitrisawtheclusiontothislittleinterlude;heughedaloudandsaid,

    “That’sjustgreat!Ihoughtthatitwouldworkthiswell!”Turningtohistwoloyalservantswhowerestandingintheairohimhesaid,“Creativity,pleasegotothecrowdedbusstationandtwisttheswiteveryone’sbrai’sseeiftheywillbeepoliteandcivilized…”CreativityimmediatelyflewtowardstheillingaroundtheGreyhoundbusterminal.

    Justasthetwonewlyacquaintedbrotherswerecrossireetandgoingtowardsthebusterminal,multiplegunshotssouheair.Gunshot