Dex and Elian regarded the newcomers coldly. Especially their leader, who was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick ginger beard and fiery red hair tied back in a knot. A nasty scar ran through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanently pissed-off look.
Dex’s hand hovered near his holster, and Elian’s finger was already itching on the trigger. He was still hoping to get more kills anyways.
“You took something that belongs to us. Where is it?” The leader asked, his deep and loud voice ringing through the warehouse.
“And what is it that we stole from you?” Dex asked calmly. Way too calm.
“The shipment, it's ours.” The leader answered curtly.
“No it’s not. You f*****g stole from us,” Elian spat, his mind racing. The pieces clicked into place instantly, the timing, the boldness, the
