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This guy can’t stop you if you come here to eat, right? The customer is king! This place could be called Fronties and they’ll still have to serve you food. Politely, the security man said you can’t go in, restaurant is busy. Vera was having none of it and demanded access, she even pulled the disability discrimination card to the man’s horror. Emboldened by her attitude, you backed up these claims. He apologetically let you in. You kinda felt bad for a moment, then remember this place isn’t a real restaurant.
Bullseye has a sports bar kind of vibe, too inclined to the bar side of things, but TV displays are all over the shop. You’re led to a table by a random waiter, he doesn’t have a uniform, but at least he wears an apron. This man has little clue about what he’s doing, most of the ‘staff’ is busy with a meeting at one of the tables in the VIP section. From what you can see from here, it’s a bunch of tough-looking big shots having a tense conversation. The only reason this place could possibly be for anything but money laundering is that the staff doesn’t know how to wash anything, not even the dishes.
The menu has barbecue, so you went for that for both. Vera was too occupied with her magical phone to care about her order. It doesn’t appear she needs the specters to look around the area, but sadly, you have the sneaking suspicion that Sewel had his meeting with the mastermind in the VIP Sec—
“Yes!!! Found him!” Vera smiles from ear to ear. “That reporter man who left me to suffer and suffer wasn’t wrong at all!”
“Who is it?” You’re not going to lie, you’re glad she got it.
“Take a look! Do you know him? Because I don’t. Never seen this guy before in my life.” Vera turns the screen for you to see. “What does this runt have against me?”
“I was expecting you to have a clue. But look on the bright side, at least it isn’t personal.” You don’t know why this would make anyone feel better, but you say it anyway.
“Why would I be happy about that? Everything has gotten much harder.” Vera is very upset.
Huh, she has a point… Or does she?!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Call Wessam again to ask him about who this guy is.
>Ask the Waiter if he knows who this guy is.
>“Well, after we’re done eating. We just need to follow his trail with your phone, right?” Follow the trail of the mysterious assailant.
>“Do you guys know who this is?” Be really stupid, and ask the mafia men in the VIP section who this guy is.
>Write In.
(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)
