Turtle and Bingo walk in front. Turtle looks to Bingo. Bingo looks back. Turtle shrugs. Bingo shrugs.
“What?” Milly raises her hands.
Turtle turns. “Surprised you doing good.”
Bingo smiles. “Join us for a drink?”
“Sure, why not? Where?”
Bingo stops. “Right here.” He waves his drone to return.
Milly points at the windowless door. “Why does the sign say ‘Clocks’?”
Bingo smirks as he grabs his drone out of midair and switches it off.
Turtle opens the door. Dozens of antique clocks cover the walls inside.
Milly sighs. “Never mind.”
Bingo holds up three fingers. The bartender pours beer. The trio sit in a booth.
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“This is where we chill,” Turtle offers.
Bingo nods. “It’s weird, it’s dark, it’s just off our route. And usually, it’s pretty dead. Plus there’s a back room.”
Milly taps a clock. “What happens when we can’t collect the money?”
“That rarely occurs.” Bingo plugs in his drone to charge.
“Why?”
“I call them: Level Two Customer Support.” His eyebrows raise.
Turtle frowns. “The Goons.”
Bingo scrapes his thumb across his neck. “The Goons.”
The bartender sets down pints on their wooden table, decorated with decades-old graffiti, scratched with initials and obscenities.
In that moment, clocks begin ticking from 11:59 to 12:00. “You just made my special day more special.” Milly toasts with a tight smile. “Cheers, boys.”