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You pop the clip out of Robert's gun. It's empty. You check the chamber: also empty. What an amateur! No wonder you were able to fuck him up without getting shot. What kind of hired killer carries a gun with only one bullet in it?
Fortunately, it's a .45. You reload it with your remaining pistol clip.
You go South, out of the front door of the Dancing Bear Inn, and turn right, heading North-West up a street. It is dusk.
"Dum, dum, dum-dum. Dum, dum, dunn-dunn. Dum dum dum, dum, dum-dum... Deedle-durr! Deedle-durr! Deedle-durr! Dunn-dunn!"
You are on a street that you see signposted as Munt Lane. The street curves so that it is heading due North, and carries on in that direction.
To the West is a bar. There are people sitting outside the bar at tables and chairs placed out on the street, and you can see more people sitting on a roof terrace, surrounded by potted palm trees and other flora. You can hear the sound of people talking and laughing, glasses clinking, and light music playing. The name of the bar is spelt out in large letters in a block green and red font above the door: Bwah-Ha-Hah Bar.
To the East is a clothes shop. It appears to be shut.
South-East, the street leads back to the village square.
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