Sleeping At The Wheel

The Saboteurs

CHAPTER 22

Sam's POV

Some things about this chapter:
•Its location/named buildings are based off of the game The Saboteur. If you haven't heard of the game, check it out! I love it to bits.
•Also, the new characters are based off of characters from the game. Liam is based off of the main character (Sean), and Jean is based off of a character named Luc. Keep in mine (if you've played the game) that these bases are loose, and I wasn't trying to make them exactly like the characters in the game.
•The spell that Sam uses doesn't work exactly work as I had it work in this chapter, but I blurred the line a little and made it work because I wanted to. You'll see what I mean.

Sam's POV

Cluttered noise and tightly packed spaces were giving me a serious headache. Dean and Juniper had decided to make themselves scarce, leaving me alone at a small table with nothing but a half empty bottle of beer to keep me company.

I did have to admit, this bar wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and that was a plus considering how far we'd driven to find it. As Dean had put it, we needed to broaden our search before we hustled everyone in close proximity to the bunker.

Thinking about it again, I smirked. Dean and Juniper had been way too excited to hustle more pool. They'd discovered, after our last adventure in a bar much worse than this one, that they made a pretty good team if they found some people who were slightly wasted, even if they also managed to find themselves slightly wasted.

Speaking of the pair, they came sauntering over to our table, holding what seemed to be fresh beers and a handful of cash. They shared matching smiles of pride as they practically collapsed in their chairs.

"How much did you get?" I asked, mainly to humor them rather than to satisfy my own curiosity.

Dean slammed the stack of cash onto the table. "200, not including the bar tab."

"And would either of you happen to be sober enough to walk straight?"

Juniper silently burped, holding a fist over her mouth as she exhaled. "Probably not." She admitted with wide eyes that were glazed over by the buzz of alcohol in her system.