Chapitre 24: CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: SIPHONED?

SIPHONED!?

I get out of trance from my memory. My alcohol has already cleared up. I don't hold a knife. I just fold my sleeves. I turn abruptly to face them. They seem on guard like they knew I'd be here. I take a moment to view all of them. To read all their expressions, did I fail at that? I have no idea.

They need a clearance. Something to indicate "it's go time". I give them that, clearance. I throw the wine glass in the air and as it was under gravity I push with my palms projecting it into their directions.

" It's time."

They assemble like they are the avengers and I take a step forward. This is it, the breaking of time.