Crew watched Theo Vincent and Nip Smith furtively.
'What kind of people are they?' he asked himself.
Nip Smith had only her eyes exposed by the mask. She stared at Crew without expression.
Crew had felt a shiver crawling in his spine. 'Did Smith know what I was thinking?' He turned away to avoid her very direct gaze.
Lunch time had come. There was an expectant hush in the air. They all talked in murmurs. Everybody was nervous and tense.
Crew stole a glance again at Theo and Nip. They seemed calm. They were munching on lettuce leaves leisurely.
Lil Lot was chomping on a fried leg of pig. It was cooked in oil after it was boiled in water and herbs for an hour. The result was a very crispy and very tender meat dish. He took two large legs on his plate. He always ate like it was his last
