I walk towards the kitchen to grab myself a snack.
I'm at the warehouse with some of the guys, while Miles has gone on a mission probably to kill more people.
I sighed.
When did Miles turn into this? We've been friends for ages now, and I saw no trait of craziness in him.
Fine, sometimes he laughs at the most weird things. He loves horror films the best, he loves it when fire burns, and he's most happy when he sees people hurt.
Okay, maybe I've seen the trait in him but I just chose to Ignore it, thinking it's just a passing phase.
Well it's starting to not look like one anymore.
"Mr Rodriguez, I can assure you, we're the best you'd ever find." I hear Rick's voice coming from the kitchen.
I stayed behind the door to listen better.
"Of course!" He continues. "There will be no mistakes. I promise you that. Your goods are well protected. You have nothing to worry about." He says.
"I'll send some guys down very soon."
