2. Die Sitzung
 Inhalt 
3. Der Angriff 
 2. Die Sitzung
 Inhalt
3. Der Angriff 

3. The Assault

Drama

von  Mutter

In a dark alleyway, a lone figure appears and walks slowly towards the left. More figures, about half a dozen, become visible behind the solitary man.
They quickly approach and surround the man.
A fight ensues.
A little later, all of the assailants apart from one are down. The lone character presses the last attacker against a wall, trapping him with his lower arm.

THE MACHINE (hisses): Do you know who I am, you little piece of shit?

ATTACKER (barely able to breeze): No, I don’t.

THE MACHINE: They call me “The Machine”. Do you happen to know why I was sent over here?

THE ATTACKER (wheezes): I have no fucking clue.

THE MACHINE: I was sent to do some cleaning. To scrub the Dublin outhouse, scrub it well and good. Should I start with you, you little scumbag?

THE ATTACKER: *coughs*

THE MACHINE: Who sent you? Here, I mean, to me?

THE ATTACKER: They call him Mr. Trout. I have no idea what his real name is.

THE MACHINE: Where would I find this Mr. Trout?

THE ATTACKER: Downtown. We were to meet him in a little pub off Grafton Street.

THE MACHINE: And you, little rascal – are you of any more use to me now?

THE ATTACKER: …

THE MACHINE: Guess not, then. Bleeding Jesus, but you are a bunch of amateurs.

The Machine drops the last attacker to the floor. He walks slowly away, to the end of the alley.
The Machine whistles softly.

 2. Die Sitzung
 Inhalt 
3. Der Angriff 
 2. Die Sitzung
 Inhalt
3. Der Angriff 
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