Freeport 4 Bar

[Combiseries]

A dark figure, hooded. Dressed all in black, walks across the room to the bar. Sitting down on a stool, he points at the shelving indicating to the barman what drink he wants.

"You got a voice, stranger?"

-Silence-

The figures head moves closer to the face of the barman, one finger rises to his lips.

"Sssshhhhhhh" he whispers.

The barman could only just see the face through the hood. Then a look of recognition crosses his brow.
"I know your face." he says quietly, "Why the secrecy, there would be plenty of people happy to see you back. After all these years, you finally got out eh."

The figure takes his drink, swigs from the bottle and turns to survey the room. Full of the usuallcrowd, no-one he could remember. It had been a long time, but not that long. Long enough he supposed.

"I`ve been away." he croaks,"I`ve been a very, long way away." he says, "Too long."

Putting the bottle to his mouth, the figure drains it and places it on the bartop. He stands up, and walks quietly out without another word.

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In actual life every great enterprise begins with and takes its first forward step in faith...

Friedrich von Schlegel