Chapter Nineteen

The tides were turning, and Khalifa had to pick a side. Even if it wasn't a side he wasn't proud of. The sounds of battle ran out, blotting out every other thought from his head. They were at it again, the Enforcers.

He had no idea why they couldn't just quiet down, turning the town centre into a brawling fest.

"Would it kill them to give it a rest once in a while?"

Khalifa complained, closing his ears with pillows. It didn't do anything anyway.

"Those ragamuffins, up at the crack of dawn and making problems for us, the simple folks. Can't even say I'm happy with how things are going; we'd be cast out before long," A balding middle-aged man named Chris spoke, and there were collective sighs in the bar.

"You just learnt a new word?" Ahmed, a regular at the bar, poked fun at Chris, and the entire occupants of the bar chortled, laughter ringing out in quick succession.

"Hey, wait, you want a piece of me? Young boys like you should know their place, what with the laws nowadays. Back
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