The smoke cleared and guards entered. Myron saw the man who caused the ruckus. He grimaced. This was his boss. Getting up with the girl in his arms, he stood tall on the stage.
Obviously Sly had left the building, at least Myron thought so, he would not tell the pompus pig who blew the place to pieces. ”Clark, you have the worst timing.”
“I came to look for a criminal and I find you here, privateer.” Clark said.
“Sly was my assignment remember.” Myron said, “You coming here.”
“He is no longer your concern, he is a royal problem.” Clark responded, then he added, “Is that her?”
Myron protectively brought Juniper closer to his chest.