Eddington A Barista To Spring Me Or Don’t Stir

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I was thinking about what Sam had said, until everything went black. The next memory I had was a green light, a strange smell, and loud voices. Also, I couldn’t move.  

Call it a side effect of the coffee biz, but I felt like a new bundle of coffee stirrers that hadn’t been unpacked yet. Once that zip tie was cut, they’d go everywhere,until then, they don’t stir, and neither could I. The problem was, I didn’t have a barista to spring me. 

My eyes focused quickly, and I saw the assassin sitting in a chair knitting. A gun was beside her, and a glass of water. “Welcome back young man. Now about this key.” I’ll tell you more later… I hope!