"That was excellent!" Jonah shouted, though he was drowned out by the cheers of the audience around them. The screens tracked the views of the cameras that were following Muse from their seat in the green room to the stage, for the final reprise of the winning song. Miles and Robert were both proudly waving Blazian flags which, upon reaching the stage, they discarded into the audience for two lucky viewers to claim. All went dark, and the screens began to show the visual display that accompanied the winning song, Undisclosed Desires.
Meanwhile, Clint was sat in a jail cell in Bistra Voda's central police station, watching the coverage of the contest on the one TV in the room. As the production credits began to roll over Muse's performance, Cairne came into the room, bringing with him a quartet of short figures.
"Clint," Cairne said, to get his attention. "You've got visitors." Saying no more, he ushered the four of them into Clint's cell, then left them be.
One of them- the one earlier identified as Casino, shook his head in disappointment. "Clint, you've really let us down. And to think, a poisons-expert like you could be such a letdown..."
"...Everyone's a critic," Clint murmured.
"Now, Casino...Let's not forget that it was your idea to hire this loser in the first place," a female member of the group reprimanded. "Perhaps if we had just done things my way in the first place, we would have succeeded in our...enterprise. On top of that, we wouldn't have had to spent so much money."
"Fine, then, Östra!" Casino declared, growing frustrated. "Let's do it your way, so I can laugh when your plan backfires horribly!"
Östra raised her chin a little so she looked down her nose at Casino. "Challenge accepted, my friend."
To be continued...