Badou sat up and looked around, glaring moodily as if it were a great deal to be woken up from his beauty sleep, even though he had been sleeping on the floor [previously, he had been napping on the couch, how the hell did that happen?].
He was in a room. With that guy Rtas and...
...wait.
Wasn't that the Giovanni guy the Twins kept talking about?
The one who hired Carselino?
...oh shit.
His hands went automatically to the back pocket of his jeans and he drew a half-empty [always half-empty, they were never enough cigs in the world] carton and a lighter, fingers flicking and lighting and a sharp inhale and a slow exhale - fast, one-two-three - no soldier could assemble a weapon that fast.
He stood up, looked around. "What the shit, what's this place?" He leaned back on the wall, not caring if the chalk drawings would stain that shirt.
"--WHAGH" and Badou Nails fell backwards. The wall moved along the elliptic shape that had been drawn by Giovanni's series of circles along the stone.