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Billy sat in the bar of the hotel, a drink in his hand. He was depressed. His investment had turned out to be a total waste of money. It had destroyed Dubai. Hell, he might even go to prison for it.
The bartender came up to him and put an apple juice in front of him. “It’s from her,” he said, jerking a thumb towards a previously unnoticed woman in the corner.
Billy took a flask out of his pocket and poured some liquor into the apple juice. “That’s more like it,” he said to himself as he walked over to the woman. “So, you come here often?”
“Hey,” she said.
After a moment of awkward silence, his phone rang.
“Billy, it’s the Colonel.”
“Listen, I’m safe in a bunker underneath the facility.”
The woman began to drool on Billy’s shoulder.
“If you can make it here,” continued the Colonel, we can let you in the bunker and we can wait out this nightmare. Together.”
The woman began to groan and paw at Billy. “Hold on,” he told her.
“That sounds great,” he told the Colonel, “Can I bring a friend along?”
“Oh, sure,” said the Colonel, sounding a bit dejected, “The more survivors the better.”
The woman began to nibble on Billy’s neck. “Stop that,” he told her, “I’m on the phone!”
“Anyway,” the Colonel said, “If you can make it here soon that’d be great, it’s kinda lonely down here…”
Billy shut off his phone.