It was good to be back.  My injuries have healed to the point where they were not affecting my motions much.  Good.  But they still made me sore.  No one needed to know why I was gone.  However, there were still moments where I needed to pause.  As to why I was here, nothing.  Only the regulars, sitting in their usual spots, drinking the same beers.  No new patrons.  No people interacting.  It was quiet.  Mr. White must have received some faulty intelligence.  Out of the three faces I didn’t recognize, none of them seemed interested in upheaval, let alone each other.  Though that meant nothing in this town.  I am a waiter.  One who can kill without a second thought.  Again I think of her.  My failure.  Anna is going to be the de...

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