"Which direction, Blacky?" Anselm asked. They were all looking at the middle-aged man, excited.
"West, east, north, and south," Blacky said earnestly, pointing.
Anselm slapped him on the head. "You may as well have said they were on this continent!" he said angrily.
"I'm saying they are probably still in this square, Boss," Blacky said, aggrieved.
Anselm nodded, thoughtful. "Memorize this list and let's go!" he told his men.
They found themselves in a bit of a predicament—they could never memorize so many items.
"I found the same list here, with addresses, Boss," the youngest one said, picking up a golden-red piece of paper beside a ballot box.
"Good," said Anselm. "Let's go! Keep your eyes open!" They walked towards the Dukas Restaurant.
"They look suspicious, Boss," Monkey said to Barzel.
