enoughwastedtime
It was their fifth day in the bed and breakfast, and this was only the first time Jake had stumbled back bloodied and bruised â a remarkable achievement. They usually found trouble more quickly than that. He and Mickey still hadnât managed to track down the Cybus Industries factory, but they had run into trouble with some rather shady folks who had been rather insistent on not letting them find the factory. All par for the course, he supposed; theyâd had similar incidents in other cities, and he was almost used to it by now.
As he heard the door open, however, he realized that the B&Bâs other guests probably werenât used to seeing a young man with ripped clothing and a quite remarkable variety of cuts and bruises standing in the kitchen and making a cup of tea. (Heâd get the first aid kit out in a few minutes, but he reckoned that he needed a cuppa first â he was knackered.)
So, in his best attempt to be friendly, he turned around and gave a smile to the woman who walked through the door.
âMorning. Iâm making tea â would you like a cup?â











