John had spent a large portion of his time speaking with the homeless man and had seen that he himself had lied to his new friend. When the homeless man put down the briefcase, John simply touched the lock, and it opened to show a spearhead that was taped to a stick.

  “Now that’s a weird gift.”

  “Seems you have the magic touch.”

  When the homeless man had taken the spearhead out of the briefcase, he felt invincible.

  “I got an idea.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, you're going to stab me.”

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  “What?”

  John put on his repulsing bandana. The homeless man knew what this meant. He went along anyway and moved forward with the blade. John tried to repel the horribly made knife and it did nothing. The knife moved forward and hit him in the stomach. The blade hurt almost as much as when the homeless would eventually drive it through his heart.

  “Doctor!”

  “Do we have a doctor?”

  “I don’t think so!”

  Hans was walking the halls when he came to see it. He completely believed them to be idiots and to be honest, he was partially right.

  “What is wrong with you people!”

  The suited man was in his room. He hadn’t spoken a word to any of the other crew members. Poji was working the night shift at the tower and Javier was sleeping hard. The only other crew members out and about were Burino and Harold. Harold was watching his bedroom door and was partially falling asleep whilst only being awake at what could come through that door. The armor was making him paranoid and was slowly eating away at any ambition or dreams he had in his life. Burino on the other hand was watching propaganda movies to help weigh the chances of succeeding there.