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Angelo's POV

I stop in one of the filthiest bars in the city. I get down from my car and the sudden feeling of someone watching me floods through me, I turn around but I don't see anybody.

I walk into the bar with my bag. I'm sure that my gun is in there and the silencer too.

The lights in the bar are dark green and blue, I can see people actively dancing on the dance floor.

Everywhere smells like smoke and stale alcohol. I look around scanning figures that could pass as Hans.

It takes half an hour before I see someone, he looks young and vibrant…like an athlete, he could pass as Hans.

I stand up quickly and head for the dance floor where he's just starting to dance with a girl.

“Hey." I say to him. He doesn't hear me so I raise my voice higher. “Hey." I say again and he stops dancing to turn to me. He's pretty, but not as good looking as Hans.

“Are you interested in lighting some spliffs?." I ask him and he crinks his nose and his brows crease.

“I'm sorry I'm not
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