John walked into a small Jamaican bar not far from the base. The man serving behind the counter looked like a typical Jamaican in his late 60s. The waitress was also a typical Jamaican girl in her early 20s. Infact everyone in that bar was a typical stereotypic jamaican person. No lies, no secretes and no dark history. Thank god. John said to himself. He had grown tired of tired of the lies and trechary he encounted during his daily life as an Organization agent. He enjoyed his time off, it was the only time he ever had to be himself.
His plans for tonight was to drink for several hours and then to return to his house which was located near a beach which made things easy for him to get onto his jetski and travell to the Organization base entrance.
Make love, not toast.