Two men alike entered at the bar you work at the route 66. They are definitely not the typical customers you are used to. Both went straight to the counter.

Kook: Johnnie Walker on the rocks, please. He winked.

Tae: And I’ll have a dark bottle without the head, miss.

Then they looked around as if looking for someone or something. People are dying on the road these days, guts exposed and kidneys gone. Maybe they know something or are trying to discover who did it.