‘Civil servants is what we are, not soldiers.’
Behind him, a synchronised shake of heads. Tone of his voice screams drill sergeant, though. His minions lining up behind him like birds on a wire, in their identical suits and crew cuts – let’s just say I know a liar when I see one.
‘So, whadda ya wan’?’
A question to make him tell more porkies. We all know what it is they’re coming for, we’ve all heard the rumours.
‘Open your door.’
No way, I’m gonna keep the semi-automatic hidden till the last sec. I’m gonna stand up for my rights.