THIRTY SIX
NIGEL STOOD staring at out of the window as he hung up the phone. All was quiet - all was still.
He turned in a rage and threw his mobile against the wall - it cracked but didn't break. He stepped over to the conference table, took a grip then hurled it over. He picked up a chair, threw it to the window; it bounced back - almost hit him, the window didn't break and neither did the chair.
He pulled the TV from its place and pushed it to the floor. It fell; the cord stretched and held the screen from reaching the floor. He was about to pull over a bookcase when Pang walked in. He was shocked to see the state of the suite and the rage on Nigel's face. "Mr Nigel? What wrong?"
Nigel faced Pang red-faced and out of breath "Harvey's been shot."
"Is he alive?"
"He's alive."
"What you want to do?"
Nigel bit his bottom lip and squinted his eyes.
"If Nincotte wants a war, we'll give him a fucking war."
"Where you want to go?"
"….To the police station, Pang….."
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