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((The Mon/Wen/Fri Double -- page 2 of 2))
Melchor Blackburn didn't sit around to discuss what to do. He immediately got out of the car, and everyone else soon followed suit.

"Aha!" came the same voice from a moment ago. "Good listeners, these ones! How nice to encounter someone with a bit of courtesy for a change! This town is chock full of so many rude and vulgar people, you know!"

Melchor said nothing, nor did anyone else.

Evangelina eyed the apparent hostiles from beneath her hood. She counted twelve in total. Three on each side of the car. The ones behind them had appeared last.

Double their number. Not exactly good odds, but it was far too early to be worried. She knew most of the faces of the truly threatening members of Abolish, and none of these fools resembled any of them. It was possible that there was an unknown threat here, of course, but it was highly unlikely.

She'd seen more than her fair share of overconfident jackasses in her day.

"Why so quiet?" said the same man, having walked a bit closer so that he no longer had to shout. Perhaps he was the leader of this little troupe. He was quite tall--comparable to Diego and maybe even Dimas--and with that long black hair of his, Evangelina might've mistaken him for a woman if not for his deep voice. "Ah! Could it be that you don't speak Mohssian? My bad. I'm still not accustomed to all these Valgan-speakers."

The man motioned to someone else, who began saying something in Valgan, but Evangelina decided to interject.

"What do you want?" she said. She wasn't kidding herself. This was probably going to escalate to violence any moment now, but if there was any hope of avoiding all the attention that a fight would bring, then she had to at least try.