TWENTY FIVE - SHOCK

Shock crept across Molly’s face as she said, “Scankine, where did you hear this from? And I am sure most people would tell you about gossiping or putting your mouth in other people’s business. Loose tongues sink ships and the tongue is sharper than any two-edged sword and unless I want my ship to sink and my throat slashed by a tongue, stay away from idle chatter, Boss. I am not aware of Marcus raising his niece. That is a rumour, I am sure,” Molly replied adamantly.

“However, thank you, Scankine; you have made my night. It's late and we are going into a war zone up in these hills, especially since the Zone of Special Operations has been discontinued. Do you have your personal weapon or did you keep the company issue?” Molly asked.

“Shit, Scankine, where do you hear all that crap? My brother, he that keepeth his tongue keepeth his life. Carry home my wife please. If I never knew that was a rum bar story you just spoke about I would fire you on the spot.”