"Who the fuck is that?"

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Klaasje -- the woman upstairs? Where is she?"

"She left!" The manager calls down from the balcony.

Unarmed, hunched, but keeping it together.

"Garte, what the hell are you doing here?"

"What am I doing?! My fucking establishment is UNDER FIRE!" He points to the armoured figures. "You know how much windows cost?"

"What do you mean she left?"

"She LEFT! Her room's cleaned out -- right before these assholes showed up!"

"We should have arrested her..." The lieutenant whispers, his eyes still on the armed mercenaries.

You can feel how upset he is with himself. Just for a second. Then the fear takes over and he's back in the moment.

"HEY, BUSHMEN!!!" The veins on the man's neck expand as he yells. "Your little CUNT isn't gonna help you out of this one!"

She's gone. Forget about it now. Concentrate on this.

For god's sake, tell 'em the Hardies didn't do it, present a case!