The Professionals

Soon, Jacques arrived, and there was Opal too. What was wrong with these two men? Why did they always appear together? However, their attire was a bit weird today. Opal wore a well-cut suit with a pen in his jacket pocket. I could tell that he had just come out of the hospital. As for Jacques, he wore a fitting military uniform, looking awe-inspiring. I saw no shoulder marks on his uniform. Had he deliberately taken those marks away? I led the old woman out of the cafe. Opal looked unhappy at the sight of me. "Am I not your brother? Why didn't you call me when you were in trouble?" "This is a chance for Jacques to win the marks. Does that work in the hospital?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What could a doctor do in a fight? To treat the wounded? Jacques placed his arm on my shoulder. "Out of boredom, I went to the shooting gallery to kill time. I had an appointment with him for lunch. "He insisted on coming after hearing my conversation with you over the phone." I smiled. "Fi