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"Ma'a! I lost my blocks!" Raymond's teary words brought a small smile on his sister's face, seeing the efforts he made not to cry.
"What happened little one?" As she answered her brother, Martha looked at her parents trying to get an idea of the situation.
"I was playing with the cubes and the pyramids, I had fun, I even had some small tin people to put on the city I built. But daddy said to run and leave!" The kid was now crying freely.
"Pirates!" Her mother spat the word with all the disgust she felt.
"Some pirates' ships were coming. We didn't want to be near them. You never know with that rabble." The father tried to explain.
"It is okay, Raymond. I know where I can find other blocks all the same. We can build together a new city next time." Martha consoled her brother the best she could, her mind racing about what she had been told.
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"I have some news Barb!" Martha went directly to the bar after she passed the door of the pub. The curvy blonde serving the customers stopped at her words. Gazing at the tables, she made a sign to Martha to follow her. In the back room, they were joined shortly by two of their colleagues. The two men weren't the talking type. Johnny and Rick.
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Johnny was the logistic guy, managing the information about the cases they were working on. He had a great memory for all the details planned on a mission. His brain was wired as a giant library, or even more, like a storage facility.
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