The pub was supposed to be closed; he was not even supposed to be there, but he was. He wondered if someone would miss him soon and look for him. He was conflicted about if he really wanted them to come; he feared for his life, and was afraid of what could happen to others if they also arrived.
The Romulans had come again, when he was about to shut down the place after a long night. He had only seen the two younger ones. The couple hadn't give him a chance to pry this time; they had directly locked him up in the store. He was very nervous, but hoped they would not harm him, as it had happened before. However, he was not so sure of his outcome now.
Another intruder had entered his pub. He was already at the store when they have left him trapped inside, but he hadn't seen him until he had revealed himself. Another alien; another menacing one. He had come out from shadows he had just realized existed in the small cramped room, and flashing a smile had cheerfully said, "So it seems I'm going to have company."
But the intruder didn't really like his company. He had hovered over him the next instant, and before he could react, he had pressed something, an hypo maybe, against his exposed neck. Suddenly, he had felt all his muscles been paralyzed, and he could not move. He had stayed like a statue, his eyes wide in fear, looking up at the stranger. The man had flashed him another smile, and had menaced him with death if he dared say a word. He hadn't. Actually he couldn't. And his assailant knew that.
He wondered if watching the stranger was really a good idea, but his eyes were glued to him. The intruder was at the door now. He had slipped a minuscule device through under the door, or so he thought, because he actually could not see it; it was too small. After that, he placed a slightly bigger device at his temple. The bartender realized with surprise that he knew what it was, even if his mind was getting foggy and he was having difficulties to focus. The intruder was getting the image and the sounds of what was happening at the other side directly to his mind. High technology. Something big was happening. Incredibly, his place had suddenly become the center of some alien espionage operation. He shuddered. Surely none of these people wanted an undesired witness alive. He wondered if they could find him useful for a long time; he doubted it. He wasn't a believer, but for the first time in many years, he prayed.