It was a simple question. Frank was worried about his roommate. Poor guy had been staring out their dorm window for twenty minutes.
The answer he got was anything but.
It was more of an unsettling stream of consciousness about the army, automatic weapons and the school’s clock tower.
“No, seriously,” Charlie continued. “A man with a few rifles could easily do it. No problem.”
An odd thing to say, Frank thought, but he chalked it up to stress. They were studying for midterms, and mechanical engineering wasn’t exactly light reading.
Looking back, Frank wished he hadn’t been so dismissive.
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