55 Big Chiefs

The Big Chief Bar and Grill turned out to be more offensive than the Laughing skulls. Moans of pleasure came from the alley, and the sign itself an affront to First Nations everywhere, a drunk chief holding a bottle of whiskey.

Aurelia stifled a giggle, "Well, there is something you don't see every day."

Warren frowned, "I don't think it's funny at all. It makes me sad we are still undermining good people who have suffered greatly." He heaved a sigh, "Let's finish the mission. I have an unpleasant conversation ahead of me. I don't know how long I will be able to stomach the place."

Herne radioed from the nearby alley, "Can I keep a couple of these mutts? I think more than one would make for an excellent Gabriel hound."

"No dogs in my Scald crow, They smell and poop everywhere," Theria practically screamed into the microphone.

"How about a small one?" Herne's voice pleaded

Theria threw her hands up in the air and growled,


Well now they have to manually catch Warren, stayed tuned

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