Mr. Smith’s heart skipped a beat as he didn’t see Luke or his warrior in the living room. He peered around for a second and ambled to the front door. He arrived at his front porch and found Luke waiting there. This time he wasn’t with only one warrior, but three. His breath quickened as he approached Luke with the briefcase.
"This is it." He said, extending it to Luke.
"Open it," Luke said to him. Mr. Smith’s hand was shaking as he opened the briefcase, showing the money he had barely arranged to Luke. Luke glanced at the money, stroking his chin. He signaled to his warriors and stepped back, walking away to his car.
"Alpha, where are you going?" Mr. Smith asked, watching his back.
"The warriors will take care of you," Luke replied and snapped his fingers in the air. The warriors all
