Free Confluence Point by Mark G Brewer Page A

the cafe counter. Ham glared at him, poising to pounce again but Regan placed herself between them, crouching to check on the visitor.
    "Who are you?" She said, recoiling at the blood.
    The man seemed to calm, and drew his hands outward over the eyes as if wiping them clean. The redness seemed to clear, the blood also disappearing and he brought the hands back, rubbing furiously for a few seconds. Then, ignoring Regan in front of him he leant to the side, peering around her to glare at Ham. "What is wrong with you? That really hurt!"
    Ham glared back. "What's wrong with me? You hit Hilary!"
    "Well she was going to clock me! What was I supposed to do?"
    "Take it like a maaaan!" Ham drew the word out in disgust.
    "Boys, boys, let's leave it shall we, a misunderstanding, nothing more - are you ok Hilary?" Regan asked as she extended a hand to the dapper man.
    Hilary pushed herself up from the floor and straightened her dress.
    "I'm all right, just my pride is a little dented," and she patted her hair into place. "I was put off when you called out, otherwise I would have dispatched him, and quick smart believe you me. I would Ham, you saw me."