KILL SHOT

Brandon sat on the chair next to Grandma Pilar. The fleet of cars drove in unison. They trooped inside the hose.

"What is he doing here?" Olvido asked warily. "Sit! He is family for now."

"Until we know where he stands," Gwendolyn added sleekly. "Why did you choose to join us? And how did you know about our meeting?" Andalio asked him.

Andalio had a pot belly, was fat and of average height, and his short brown hair gave him an innocent appearance. Brandon smiled instead of saying a word in reply to Andalio.

"Leave him alone for now; we have something direly important to discuss," Herveaux interjected. Herveaux was different from Andalio in appearance; he was the cool uncle with the fit body vibes. Obviously older because of his natural sprinkles of white hair. Tall and perfectly built body. He would pass for a model. Herveaux is in his fifties, while Andalio was in his forties.

"Who are we waiting for?" Olvido asked vaguely with a frown. "The losing team?" Gwendolyn asked mockingly, a
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