Casablanca's Chronicles

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Alberto smile at Abdullah. He heard from the Tuareg from Ladron but he wasn't sure if it's was a joke the fat bastardo was telling or actually the truth. He still try to restrain laughin when he see the milk glass the imam hold.

So Imam Abduallah, i've heard about ye tribe. Senor Ladron already told me about ye presence near the Rodriguez familia training compound in deep Desert. You ain't responsable for the disparition of some of me hombres are ye? Rodriguez no longer laugh and is all about business.

The young man shake head then smile. No Senor Commander Rodriguez. We wouldn't never do such things.

Bien. Alberto calm down and lay back while looking the young man right in the eyes. Obviously ye here for a reason and since ye obviously standing before me, i am willing to listen ye story but first i'll show some courtesy and welcome ye to Casablanca. This old station doesn't look like much but it's home for the coming weeks. Rodriguez finish his beer and snap his finger so a not so cute waitress bring another one.

The young man can't restraint some sort disdain seeing that a woman serving that fat, ugly with no manners corsairs. He regain his composure pretty fast and holding book tighter than ever he look The commander right in the eyes.

After taking a sip and grin at the reaction of Abdullah, Alberto try to pierce the imam thoughts. ] So why ye wanted to see me you man? And don't tell me you try to bring me religion or some sort magical juju because i'm not going to buy any. You must have a pretty good reason to be here Si?.

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Proud member of the most hated faction