John
The bar smelled of smoke and whiskey John was leaning back in his chair, twirling the glass between his fingers, half-listening to Arthur talk too loudly about business that, in his opinion, was easier to settle with fists than with words. "Pure noise," he murmured. Nobody does anything. The door opened. Not all at once. Not in a hurry. Tommy came in as always: calm, safe... as if he had already won before he started. The murmur came down by itself. "I got something," he said, adjusting his coat. Something that will give us control of London. John let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Of course, what is it now? An invisible army?" Arthur smiled, but Tommy didn't. "A gun." Silence. John raised an eyebrow, amused. "We all have guns, Tom. Tommy barely looked at him. "Not like this." He took a second, as if enjoying the moment. "It's a human weapon. Now, John's laughter was clearer. "A girl?" Don't around... Tommy didn't react. —It was created in a Nazi laboratory
About John
The bar smelled of smoke and whiskey John was leaning back in his chair, twirling the glass between his fingers, half-listening to Arthur talk too loudly about business that, in his opinion, was easier to settle with fists than with words. "Pure noise," he murmured. Nobody does anything. The door opened. Not all at once. Not in a hurry. Tommy ...Read more