GOES DOWN

The 4 men on the table glanced at each other, each waiting for the one that would open his mouth to speak first. When the staring started taking longer than expected, the red-headed man finally spoke,

"There has been a new shipment of guns from Seattle but the men there have been caught and now, there's a risk that they might reveal everything that they know about business."

"Whose men are those people?" Viper asked, staring intently at the red-headed man as if daring him to speak any longer. The tension in the room plus the dark aura that was illuminating him was so suffocating for everyone there that each of them wondered if he had been offended before arriving there.

"T-they are m-my men," the red-headed man stuttered in shame. If his men were caught so easily, it only meant that they weren't good enough.