Chapter 17
by 
dndw
Do you help him out?
Nah, he can handle it
You'd probably just get in his way, anyway. Instead, you pull out your phone and start typing a message for Sam.
Got a plan. Meet at my place in 1 hour. Gonna take M down hard!
You take a look around the room while you wait. It's nothing special, really. A bit messy, but you've seen worse. Music is still blasting out of Darryl's discarded headphones, but nevertheless you hear him grunting softly behind you. Just as you turn to look, however, your phone vibrate to announce Sam's reply.
Whats the plan? Just tell me now
Men. No patience at all.