An evening date

Henry puffed on a cigarette which he took out from his coat, and searched for his lighter in his pocket which he found eventually.

He sat in the cafeteria, and lit his cigar, puffing on it creating heavy smoke in the air.

“Unless it is a good occasion I don’t smoke. But today seems like a good day. I’ll smoke two.”

The corner of his lips curled into a satisfying smile.

“She must have been in a pickle now, thinking where all the remaining parts of those papers have disappeared to.”

He chuckled, staring out at the window.

“Whoever comes to mess with me, has to suffer. And no one can get away from me after creating a ruckus.”

“Two pieces are gone, now only one left. And just like this, I am going to take away all of your comrades slowly, little by little, and leave you standing all alone.”

“When you’ll look at your surroundings, no one will be here beside you. And then,” he threw away his cigar and dropped it on the floor, stamping on it a little.

“The only one you’ll be able to