"Vulture's rest, eh? I passed that place on my way to get gas." your driver mused as he turned out of the suburbs and headed towards the commerce area of the town. "It didn't look half bad, but a few of the locals I met at the station called it a shithole. Let's watch ourselves once we get inside." You nodded and lit your cigar back up. "Shithole or not, someone there probably saw something. Plus I can grab a drink while we're there, I could use a nice Old Fashioned or Tequila Sunrise right about now."
Your driver pulled into the parking lot of a crowded two-story building just off the freeway. It had a bright neon sign out front and about two dozen other cars jammed together near the front sidewalk. "I think this is the place." your driver said aloud as he stuffed his bowie knife into a holster on the inside of his jacket. "What tipped you off, Hal?" you snark back as you exhale a cloud of smoke. "The bright lights, the big neon sign or the air of civility and intellectualism?"
Hal rolled his eyes as he lit up a smoke and dug his wallet out of his pocket. "I take it drinks are on you tonight? I've only got about fifty bucks left, that damn gas was about five bucks a gallon." You laugh and pull a few hundred dollar bills out of your pocket. "Yeah, yeah. I still owe you for that bet you won about the IED anyway, two hundred I believe?" you reply as you hand him the cash. He grins as he remembers how he almost got his arm blown off. "Oh yeah, wasn't that bet five hundred though?"
You sigh as you finish off your cigar and toss the stub into a nearby trashcan. "Don't push your luck... and don't forget why we're here. Hank saved our asses more than once, let's concentrate on finding him before we start worrying about old scores." Hal's expression turns serious as he nods and takes a long drag off his cigarette. "Alright Jeff, you're calling the shots tonight so I'll follow your lead. Let's get Hank back to his wife and kids."
You give him as smile as you both head inside. "That's what I like to hear soldier. Now let's do this."
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