"Ay, open the damn gate," *clang,* the sound of metal being kicked had the guards frown.
"Who are you?" asked one of the people from Phantom.
"None ya business," said the man in white-suit, "-I wanna speak to the leader of your little group."
"No can do," sighed the guard to face away.
"DON'T IGNORE US," screamed a typhoon of henchmen dressed similarly with only the colors varying. The weapons; sub-machine guns with silencers. Each one of them looked menacing. The definition of what one could expect roaming in back-alleys, killing, stealing, and other more. The noise kept on growing,
"What's the matter, Kendy?" asked Thempa as the duo stood on the opened roof.
