Later That Day
Brittney found Cain in a dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey. He was in the middle of a… meeting… with a man slumped in a chair, his face bruised and bloody. Cain held a smoking pistol in his hand, his expression bored.
"So, let me get this straight," Cain said, his voice dangerously calm. "You decided to run to the government, to tell them about my… activities? After everything I've done for you?"
The man whimpered, his eyes pleading. "I… I didn't mean to," he stammered. "I was just… scared. They threatened me."
"Threatened you?" Cain chuckled, a cold, humorless sound. "And you thought betraying me would make things better? You should know better than that. Loyalty is a valuable commodity, my friend. And you just squan
