Declaration of War

"Richard…" George spoke with his eyes on the side mirror.

"It's still tailing us," Richard's hands clutched the wheels and squeezed hard.

They had spotted the car one block after they had started driving to the police station and a few minutes after, they understood that it was following them. That's when they changed their way and headed far from the busy streets of the city.

Richard's subordinates were following after the car now in two of the Robinsons' other cars, but the car that was trailing them showed no signs of backing down.

"Who the hell are you..." Robert hissed the words out glaring from the back of the car into the other car's tinted windows. The shade was so dark that he couldn't make any of the faces for the men that were riding it.

"It's taking us too long to get to know the owner!" George barked.

The three men felt extremely shaken by the undebatable fact that the mafia was behind all of it.