Samuel pauses momentarily with the morphinenin his handbbefore he places it on the counter and answers your question. "Its because im trying to get him fired. Thats why i had all those people here today. They were his co-workers and superiors." Samuel grabs a box of fresh, capped syringes and places it in front of you. Each one is in a paper "Starile Guarunteed" container.

"Your gunna need those. We buy morphine in liquid form. As to when those guys are comming back... Well id suspect as soon as their leader talks to my father, and my father finds out im not dead... Id say we have a week at best." Samuel's face showed him being dissapointed with his own answer. He clearly didnt expect to survive the next encounter.

"I can only think of 2 options. The first being ti run away, an the second being to dig in an prepare to fight. Fighting is practically out of the question though. I mean look at us!"