Message for Margarita

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Come now Roy, thats not the attitude is it ? We show you a little hospitality on Malta here, and thats the
thanks we get. You could be floating around the Siniestre now, running out of air. And that lovely girl pops
into see you, what more could you ask for ?"

Miguel leaned nonchalantly against the bars. He slipped a small cheroot from a hide case, put it between his
lips and lit it with a niobium plated lighter.

"Hell Roy, this firestarter has an sso| badge on it, can't remember the name of the unfortunate I took it off,
so many in the past, they tend to blur into one now.

The smoke curled lazily away. Miguel took another draw.

Consider yourself lucky Bernard was having a good day when he bumped into you. Maybe he thought a man
with unrequited love should be given the opportunity of a last breakfast and a blindfold, before the final walk
through the fields of gold."

Miguel slipped the lid of the case again and handed a cigar to Roy.

"Women eh, look at the trouble they get you into. Can't live with em, can't live without them. And doesn't the
almighty have a sense of humour when it comes to the choice of your intended. Across the tracks old son.
Never to be consummated, a gulf of culture and politics between you. Gotta laugh eh"

Roy looked shattered.

"Ah well, can't be here all day chewing the fat. Things to take care of, and you're so damn talkative and all.
Anything else you need don't forget to holler. Sure your little girlfriend will be around somewhere." ...

Miguel turned to leave the prison.

"Wanna light for that?" ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."