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"Judging by the activity outside I'm guessing that there is something big going on right now. I'm not liking it, either way. Let us see what the hell is happening." Isaac said walking to the television that was on the desk. He flipped the switch and saw the Masked Man going on about how the government was corrupt and how these woman are nothing but whores that live off of the successes of society. He saw a familar face running up the crowd. He knew the boy from the slums. They talked a few times. Found out that he wanted to gamble instead of working in the factory, he had called the boy crazy more than a few times.

The boy tried to stop the beatings that were going on. He knew the man on the screen. Isaac couldn't stand to watch any longer. He knew that the government wasn't going to change just because of somebodies hookers had gotten the shit beaten out of them. He turned off the television and sat down on the floor. Nothing was going his way tonight, first the beat down, then getting couped up in hotel, and now a terrorist was in the city. He sighed and stood back up. The kid had a look on his face that was pure horror. It was like he had never seen an act of terrorism like that before. Isaac had never seen one live, but he had seen plenty of videos of them. The worst one was about the Holocaust that happened in World War II.

"So does anyone want to play some cards? I'm stuck here until tomorrow morning. Might as well do something to keep us occupied." He said spotting a deck of cards sitting on the desk. He picked them up and started shuffling, he wasn't as good as the kid on the television, but it was worth something. He sat down on the floor and started dealing three piles of seven cards each. He planned on playing rummy. He had learned it when he was a child.