El aviso inoportuno Page #2

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I'll find out who these boys are

and I'll talk to them.

It's not about talking.

I won't allow that they do this to my son.

I want them to be punished, expelled.

I understand, but this is a state school.

We can't do anything

without being totally sure.

First, I'd have to talk to Nico.

He won't tell you anything.

He keeps it to himself,

and he's having a rough time.

They're scaring him with the story

of the man killed in the gas station.

And now this letter?

They're harassing him.

Those are harsh words.

Harsh words?

"Whatever happens,

don't go to the 24-hour store

on your birthday, April 12, 2018.

If you do, you'll die."

When Nico read this letter,

he wet himself.

That's never happened to him.

Let's do this. Leave me the note, please.

If they bother Nico again,

he needs to report it.

To the teacher, the head teacher or me.

Otherwise, we can't help him.

Take a good look.

There.

The bullet came from that f***er's gun.

- Did you find out anything else?

- No.

But we'll catch him.

It's a matter of time.

How are the others?

The store guy and the boy.

The owner's all right.

He got a good scare, but...

I'm worried about the boy, he's only 10.

Ten?

Yes, why?

Did you know that in 1976

there was an attack there?

And there was a boy, too.

Ten years old.

That's strange. Isn't it?

Pure chance.

F***ing bugs.

What's wrong?

My mom went to talk

to the principal yesterday

and I'm sure I'll get into trouble

with Luis and his friends.

Look.

Let's go.

Whose idea was it?

We didn't do anything.

Sure, the note wrote itself

and magically got into Nico's bag.

Maybe.

Fine. We'll do a handwriting test.

And if the writing on this note

matches any of you,

I'll open a harassment protocol.

And if I find out

you've laid a hand on Nico,

I'll expel the three of you.

Is that clear?

What does the note say?

That if I go to the 24-hour store

on my birthday, I'll die.

- Jon?

- Jon Zrate.

- How are you?

- Nice to meet you.

- Come in.

- Yes.

I made some copies.

Thank you.

See? In 1976 there was no store,

just the pumps and an office.

The official car was here, filling up.

The general was in the back,

reading the paper.

I was with the general's escort

cleaning the windshield.

A beautiful black Dodge.

Then I heard the sound

of a motorbike approaching.

With two men.

Suddenly, the passenger

pulled out a machine-gun.

It all happened so fast.

The escort jumped on me

and covered me with his body.

Meanwhile, the terrorist shot at the car.

When the magazine was empty...

he yelled, "Long live ETA,"

got on the bike and they left.

I tried to move, but I couldn't.

The escort's body was on top of me.

He was dead.

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