Trouble

"What do you want, Pip?" A man with long brown hair tied back with a long brown beard reaching the center of his chest asked in an irritated tone.

"Boss, New Cleveland didn't produce the other day," A little man with black hair and scuff on his face wearing ragged brown clothes responded.

"Why? What happened?"

"It seems that there was a new military patrol that went into the city. Someone killed Stack. Also, it looks like Twig was put in prison."

The boss slammed his fist on the large wooden table. He was sitting at the end of the table and four other people were sitting around it with one by his side.

"That wasn't a part of the agreement we had with the sergeants. I want to know who killed Stack. There will be blood for blood."

"Yes Boss, I will find out. This news just came to my ears."