Blinded by fury, Ivan lurched forward, only to be detained by the cuffs now chained to the back of the truck they had just created. Three of the Domovoi now rested in the cockpits of the various mounted guns, and all guns were trained on them.
Vodyanoi, slamming the case shut, gingerly rested his foot atop it. Igor’s nostrils flared as he attempted to maintain his composure. They were aware that their father’s death had been a possibility, but it didn’t make it any easier to stomach. The fact that he’d brought their dad’s remains made it ten times worse.
Standing from his seat near the money, Gregorio walked over to the nearest tool bench, perusing the various contraptions. “I am feeling generous today.” Picking up a circular saw, he set the blade running through the air.
Bzzzzzzzz
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