Two Minutes

Adam eyed his assailant, watching him as he ate. "Alright, two minutes. What do you want?" He leaned against the wall, still on edge.

"I get you were following those soldiers, but you could've left afterwards. So why stay? You one of those "resistance" fanboys?" Adam scoffs before relaxing a bit at the thought.

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