Gently leaning towards the bartender, who was wiping the glasses with a rag, Deer quietly asked, pointing his eyes towards the brothers:

- How long have they been here?

“Three hours,” the bartender said just as quietly, leaning towards the commando, “They are waiting for something ... or someone.

Dir nodded. His fingers slid thoughtfully over the hilts of both knives, involuntarily adjusting the scabbards. Turning around in his chair, the commando quietly got down to the floor and took the first step towards the exit.

“Hey, uncle…” came from behind.

Deer didn't know how or why, but his hand and body had already reacted, sending an army knife through...