Retaliation

With his head bent low John entered the dark smoke-filled loungewith loud music to talk to his best and only friend Robert.John wore a broad black hat with the brim pulled down; and a longblack coat with the collar pulled up to his neck. His eyes were coveredby dark glasses. John was a victim of one of the oldest games knownto mankind—his reputation had been damaged. Sweat flowed down hisforehead. He was about to have a wretchedly emotional break down. Allthe street hoodlums male and female in the dark smoke-filled loungewere wary of him. Everyone scrutinized his every move as he walkedtoward the flashing red light at the rear of the lounge.