Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

"Hola herman....whoa...

Erm...what can I do for you Mr. Tortured Soul?"

Montoya felt an intense sense of fear, but seeing Pedro Alonso in such a state over the same amount of fear closed Juan's feelings inside him. His visage had been one of fear momentarily, but it changed to his normal blankness of expression.

"Please, sit friend. Let me order you a drink, for your help in space yesterday. What would you like from the bar?"

*Nothing for the moment.*

The voice of the figure cut through Juan's soul like a chainsaw through a tree. Shocked and, already feeling opressed within, he tried his best to hide it from the figure, but his best couldn't stop the blatant automatic shift backwards into his chair.

Juan recovered after a moment or two, but the thought he saw, just for a moment, a small grin on the figure's face, before his face disappeared again.

"So, what is your purpose of seeing me?"

Juan's voice was laced with all the traits of a scared man, but still he spoke, trying to conquer what seemed like one of the worst nightmares of emotion he had ever encountered in his life.