Smuggled Out
The guard felt the need to write his last will as he stared into the eyes of the lanky young man who looked at him with a hunger for blood.
He bowed his head low and apologised. "I'm so sorry I didn't know. I will do everything you ask of me but please don't let me die…"
"Why should I care about you?" Bryan asked with a stone cold voice.
"Please…"
"You have no use then."
"Wait," Bernadette cut in, she patted Bryan chest and said, "Maybe he has some uses after all."
….
Bryan and Bernadette laughed their way into the main hall where the party was organised. He was very pleased that things had gone the way he had planned it.
"How were you able to fool him into believing that that badge was an original?" Bernadette asked in a low voice.