Brotherhood Bar-Talks

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The bar stands still.

Time stands still.

Ares stands still.

He lets the fool, Gentle, stare at his metallic knuckles for what seems like an eternity before speaking.

"You are very lucky that Montoya is here... 'brother'."

Ares then slowly draws his own pistol with his other hand, the one which is made from flesh and blood. He leaves it pointing at the area between Gentle's legs.

There is a clatter as the entirety of the room swiftly moves. Guns are drawn rapidly and are pointed around the smoky area in which Montoya, Maniaco, Ares, Gentle and the barman, Alonso, stand.

The targetting reticles of all these weapons then move a little and pause at Gentle's crotch.

Pedro Alonso then says one word, loud and clear,

"Comprende?"

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