The morning was calm. Birds were chirping on the trees, and the dim sunlight was lighting up the cold streets. Broken liquor bottles and shattered glass was spread all over, along with burnt out cars and rags.
But the solemn silence of the magical morning was broken by the roaring sound of engines. Seven gigantic armored trucks entered the deserted alley, speeding along the way.
“For Christ’s sake, get your beast mode on. We’re moving like turtles. If the rioters see us, they will think The Chakra sent us.” Dank said to the driver (who happened to be his brother), keeping an eye out for early risers.
“Relax, we’re almost there. And I’m driving a bullet-proof truck, not a race car. This is as fast as it gets.” His brother Rishu replied.
“There they are. Stop right in front of the house
