Eddington Some People Like Bad Coffee

[image error]Some people like bad coffee, some even drink instant. It was hard for me to understand, but they do. It’s cheap, and convenient. Why am I telling you this, because of what happened after the news story.

What I thought would happen, and what actually did, were two different things. I thought this would be as big a story as the one Rastilav was telling, I was wrong. People ignored it, they heard about violence all the time.

Rastilav even called to gloat. “Isn’t funny? I’m a stranger to your country, and yet I can gauge their reactions better than you can? It was a nice effort, but you are outmatched, and outmaneuvered. Agree to my demands, and I will go away. Fight, and you may not walk away at all.”

I held the phone for a few seconds after the click. He was long gone, but my anger wasn’t. I looked at Otecko. “What do we do now?”

He gave me an encouraging smile. “The same thing every David does, right before the big thud. We fight Goliath!”