Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

Montoya scratched his head and cocked it to one side, as he watched Maniaco walk out of the bar. He quickly vacated, and followed Pedro, trying to explain it all.

"But, I saw him slap Ares around the face, I knew he wouldn't stand for that. You must understand wh...."

'You forget, Juan, I saw it all.'

"But then you underst...."

'Be quiet. I don't care for your reasoning Juan, not after all this we have suffered at the hands of the Outcasts and their petty allies.'

"But you kn...."

'But this, but that! You're never in the air because of all this crap happening to your family, and your life. You should set a better example than this. But you are not, you are acting like a child. You and your *life* sicken me!'

Juan raised his hand to stop Pedro as he continued to walk, but it stopped and hung at chest height. Juan's eyes followed Pedro's figure, until it disappeared into the darkness.

His head hung low, he returned to the bar, and sat quietly, tapping his glass, a cloud over his head. No one even seemed to notice.

He had never seen Pedro that angry before. Ever. It meant so much to him...and it is true. Young Corsairs...he was acting as if he were one, not the shining beacon of light his rhetoric in the Brotherhood database detailed an Elder should act.

A shadow over his eyes, he continued to observe the events in the bar, albeit with little interest.