Three Brood Instigators

28. School is Often a Question

"JUNIOR PSYCHOLOGY STUDENTS STARTED A STATE CAMPAIGN TO END BULLYING IN CALIFORNIA"

"'WHEN MORE COMPANIES COME, THE CAPITALISTIC FLOW WILL SCRAMBLE LIKE PARTICLES' SAID A HARVARD PROFESSOR AT ECONOMICS"

"MURDER AT THE PORTLAND DOCKS!"

"This is just in yesterday that a man in portland is found dead, bleeding in the docks," presented the male reporter.

"Police are on investigation now and evidence showed that this was caused by a deal-gone-wrong situation," presented the female reporter.

"The police are..." presented the male reporter, as Clayne turned the screen off. Goran was preparing a crowbar.

"Let me guess... Vanessa's work?" Clayne guessed.

"Nope, the market," Goran said.

"Hey big guy," Vanessa said. "Come on."

"Well, Take care," Goran patted Clayne, and left with Vanessa.

Clayne rubbed his own face after the incident is announced on the news. He was very exhausted from moving from one place to another, he just wanted to find home, holding his bruises. At least Rob was warm and kind enough to give him some cold tea.

"I got it from a cafe, yes, uhm, ironic, isn't it?" Rob said.

"Uhm, yeah, thanks," Clayne said. He drank the tea, and held his head.

"Oh, did you get a brain freeze, I am sorry..."

"Nah, I am fine," Clayne said, canceling his apology. "That bruise though, ouch. I thought I'd be better dead."

"Well be grateful you are not," Rob smiled.

"Yeah well, another day, another painful body, another kill I guess," Clayne said. "How's your bruise?"

"Oh fine...well, it'll heal soon," Rob said.

"I guess, you are strong," Clayne said.

"I am?" rob asked.

Clayne then shifted, "Nah, you are not but... you are getting there, I guess."

"Oh, I accept that criticism," Rob accepted. Then he asked, "Clayne, how do you be so tough?"

Clayne never knew to answer, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Rob asked.

"well, I don't know, I guess... being strong is like breathing, you can't be strong, it, it just so happens," Clayne stated.

"Is that so? Cause Febby said..."

"Look, never mind what she says, alright? You want to be strong, you will be strong, eventually," Clayne clarified for him.

"Thanks," Rob thanked.

"Hey, Clayne," Ben greeted.

"Sup Ben?" Clayne greeted back. "I was talking to the guy you were once was."

"Very funny," Ben said. "Clayne, I got a gig."

Clayne was tired, "Can you ask Robert to do it?"

"Ah... well... it is... uhm... it needs you," Ben said.

"Look Benton, I am strong..." Rob proved.

"I know, but I need Clayne this time," Ben said. "Sorry Rob, Clayne, could you..."

"Fine, what is it?" Clayne asked.

"I met this contact..."

'And what? Plot twist, is he a mafia guy who works for the triad?" Clayne asked.