Nigel was doing his usual patrol of the relatively peaceful town. Nothing ever seemed to happen in this town, and Nigel was left wondering if he should have made a career out of American football instead and not to be here. Nigel pulled up outside the Starbucks, wanting a coffee to help him stay awake into the later hours. He made sure to smile at nod at the general town folk, as he had grown close to a lot of these people. Many were his friends. " Greetings, A coffee to go please" He asked, placing the money, including tip on the counter.
((We'll have the bombs go off in the next few posts )