Waring Seas.
"Those fuckers!" Francis spat out venomously.
Idris glowered at him, "Shut it. Why the hell are you yelling?"
Rollo, Idris, and Francis were standing before a seat in an enclosed room that had half its ceiling missing. There was a higher desk crafted from Timber and a spinning chair at one edge of the room. Seated on the chair was Guy with a semi-interested expression on his face.
Resting on the only sofa in the room, was a sinister looking war axe...
"They blew him up. How? Where the hell did they find bombs? And how was it detonated remotely? Boss, this could be a huge problem." Francis said to Guy, ignoring Idris.
Rollo frowned, "Those female Mutants aren't the culprits, that's for sure. That means another group must have taken over."
Idris turned to him, "Are you saying..."
Rollo nodded. His eyes were stuck on Guy who didn't seem to be paying much attention,