Double Interruption

The moment Keira stepped out through the recently-bought and newly-named Wolfin Hawks Museum, her jaw dropped to the floor. 

On the paved front yard, surrounded by curious visitors and passerby, was Keith – her self-proclaimed boyfriend's incompetent driver, or so he said. But, what surprised her was not the muscled man's appearance in the broad daylight, when he usually lurked in the shadow behind them. 

No.

It was what laid under his body. 

Although, upon a second look, it was not 'what' but 'who' that currently resided right beneath his probably two pounds body. 

Keith – the incompetent driver Nate often complained about – had managed to wrestle one Wilhem Carter to the ground in a sharpshooter finishing move. 

What a very familiar scene. 

It felt like a déjà vu.