Drim wasn’t there, and neither was the governor. “What’d you do with him!” Wayne said, turning on the others. A smug group of bastards, they were. “It was best everyone thought he was still here,” the guard said. “In truth, he and Drim headed to a secure location ages ago. If we fooled you, then hopefully we fooled the assassin.” “Fooled … I’m supposed to be protectin’ the guy!” “Well, you’re doing a rusting good job of that, mate, ain’tcha,” the guard said, then smirked. So Wayne did the only reasonable thing. He spat out his gum, then decked the fellow.
