The Hunters
“Enjoy your meal, sir,” the waiter says politely as he places Larry’s fillet mignon in front of him.
“Thank you,” Larry nods and picks up his cutlery. He revels in the taste of his first bite and compliments it with a sip of his Pinot Noir. The perfect ending to an almost-perfect day. This would have been a spectacular day if the Luna attacked, and they finally caught her. Just the mere thought of putting her up for auction excites him.
“Excuse me, Boss,” a hunter says softly as he stands next to Larry, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“I sincerely hope you are not here to spoil my evening, Don.” Larry grinds on his teeth as he puts his knife and fork down. Is it too much to ask to enjoy a perfect meal undisturbed?
“My apologies, Boss,” Don clears his throat and fights the urg
