CARLSON paced about the dingy room in a restless manner, fuming and fisting his right hand as he did.
Two guys stood close by, one smoking a hookah and the other, chewing on his mouth, swaying his dangerous eyeballs from side to side like a rogue that he was.
Carlson walked up to the table and banged his right fisted hand on the only table in the room, and he groaned in pains.
"Mmmmm", he growled, "what is this simple task that my men and I cannot handle? What?", he rhetorically asked then turned to the guys.
"Who does he even think he is huh? That I, Carlson, can't get a share as a son of the family? Damn it!", he banged the table again, harder this time and every item of lighter weights on the table, bounced.
The guys said nothing, but just looked on, looking at their master displa
