Three Brood Instigators

37. The Perfect Re-clash

"MODERN WARFARE 3 SPARKS 8.4 MILLION COPIES SOLD"

"NEW YORK CITY SMUGGLING SHIP FULL OF DEAD MEN AND DESTROYED SUPPLIES, POLICE SAYS IT IS AN 'ATTACK TO SERVE A DISH COLD' "

"TOM SOLGERG's EIGHT REMARRIAGE BECAME THE TALK OF THE YEAR, HIS CAREER MAY BE AFFECTED TILL TIME"

Wilkes didn't want what happened before to happen again, a scout being involved in the war or such trouble. He unworn his Scout Uniform, and placed it in his bag, only his white t-shirt to keep him company for the cold. He found the bakery, he found the ladder in the alleyway, he climbed up and found him.

"Uhm, hey, Pastuzo," Wilkes greeted, and Clayne listened.

"W, w, wait, you?" Clayne pointed.

'Wait, you? What, what are you doing here?" Wilkes asked.

"Uhm, I am meeting my friend, Pastuzo, you?" Clayne asked.

"Uhh, well... wow, same," Wilkes smiled out of sheer coincidence.

"What?" Clayne reacted.

"Glad to know I could trust you two to come," Pastuzo said, arriving in his school uniform.

"Pastuzo, what, what are we doing here?" Clayne asked.

"What? I want to meet my... two new buddies, that is what?" Pastuzo said.

"Buddies?"

"Pastuzo, I, no offense, I thought you said only the two of us," Wilkes reminded.

"Well, more than two is better, am I right?" Pastuzo said.

"Yeesh," Clayne argued. "And I thought taking Benton a favor was the worse that could happen today."

"Oh please, there is nothing wrong about talking," Pastuzo flipped. "Sit down."

And they all sat.

"So uhm... uhh... how are you... all?" Pastuzo asked, and they were silent, feeling awkward. "Uhm, ahem?"

"Uhh, uhh, good, I... uhm... I am fine, thank you, and you?" Wilkes greeted back.

"Fine, yeah," Pastuzo cheered. "Uhm... you, Clayne?"

"Fuck it, this is awkward," Clayne said, attempting to leave.

"Woah, woah, Clayne," Pastuzo stopped him. "Woah, it is not respectful, leaving people like that," Pastuzo said. "We are not done yet."

"Pastuzo, I hate to break it to you, this is awkward, we three shouldn't be clashing," Clayne couldn't take it.

"Dude, I only want to talk, only wanted some friends, come on," Pastuzo said. "Take a seat, let it go."

"Let it go? Fine," Clayne said. "So... how exactly are we gonna talk?"

"Welll.... Clayne... what do you like... apart from robbing?" Pastuzo asked.

"Dude, you think just because I am a thief, my only hobby is robbing?" Clayne said. "Ah what's the point, my hobby is... uhh... uhh... well... I don't believe in that schoolkid crap."

"Dude, every guy has a hobby," Pastuzo reminded.

"Well not me, a hobby is just an over-exaggeration!" Clayne said.

"Ok Clayne... uhh," Pastuzo tried to guess.

"Woods, Clayne Woods,"

"Right, right," Pastuzo said. "What say you, Wilkes?"

"Well uhh... right now, my interest is to... work my path to become an eagle scout, yeah," Wilkes stated.

"What is that?" Clayne asked.