In-Humans
In an airport a few hundred miles from the Interpol building, a private jet landed before stopping near a big warehouse in the airport. A beautiful lady walked down with a grumpy face as several burly men and women in military attires stepped out in the many black SUVs that were packed before them.
These people were all looking like bloody cold killers. They had tatoos covering them where the skin was exposed. It just looked like a blueprint of something was printed on their skin.
Others had several piercings that they looked like some simps. The crooked smiles on most of their faces was like a raging sea. The one you know that without a powerful boat that could transend that tribulation, your small boat would just capsize.
It was a fact that reminded you that you are only a step away from the grave.
The lady stopped and cast a glance at the more than a hundred people before another woman took a step distancing herself from the rest.