Chapter 57 Mine And My Brothers

• The acrid scent of charred wood and smoldering debris lingered in the air as the once magnificent VIP club lay in ruins, a twisted skeleton of its former glory. The once gleaming mahogany paneling was cracked and broken, and chunks of scorched wood were scattered over the floor. Only the walls themselves retained any semblance of function, having been partially covered with a layer of soot from the fires that had consumed the building.
• Several windows were cracked, and one had been blown out by the blast. It had taken some time for the flames to dissipate enough to allow the structure to be assessed by the firefighters. Even then, there hadn't been much they could do. A great deal of damage had been inflicted on the interior while it still stood. It could hardly have escaped any damage. Still, they had done their best under the circumstances.
• They had even managed to save several pieces of furniture and objets d'art before the heat and the smoke rendered them useless. Most of those items now littered the floor around the shattered remains of what used to be the front entrance, yet it seemed the smoke hadn't entirely cleared, days later.