Chapter 401 Double!
Northwest:
Foba:
Taking the biscuit from the weird old man that saved my hide from ducking it out with the tiger big cat or whatever.
Munching on another kinda dry piece of bread but hey I can't be choosey out here in this heat. Following behind him as he leads the way, I say with more curious thoughts slinking in my noodle pot called a brain, so old timer why are you out here on this mountain? Business or for family maybe.
Turning his short neck as he glances back at me with a toothy smile, the old man states, we'll for one young crossbow, I ain't that old. I'm only 60 and lastly I have a name it's Ketu Mr...
Foba. I voice to finish his sentence, shifting his head back to face forward, Ketu responds, Foba. Look at that we now know each other's birth name, but back to your other question, I'm out here just cause. No business and no family. What about you Foba? What's got you out here?
Answering plainly I state, a job. I'm assigned to this area to end a target that's supposedly out here in the north.
Not turning back to me as he keeps our conversation rolling, Ketu states, oh your a hired gun I see...can you let me know a little more or is it classified.
Scratching my beard with my right hand, I say, naw it ain't classified, actually I just want to know if you might know somethings I'm about to ask.
Still not turning his neck to look back, Ketu shrugs his shoulders and says, who knows maybe I do maybe I don't, shoot.
Brisk with a reply, I say, do you know about the Eliminators by chance?
Pausing his feet, Ketu then in a blink whips out a double barrel sawed off shot gun and says, double.
End of Chapter 401