A group of figures, appearing as looming silhouettes, left us speechless and paranoid to the extremes. I quailed as one of the figures stepped forward. It was a lean figure. Tall and lean. "Funny meeting you again," the figure said, sauntering toward us. "Honestly, I've missed especially the three of you. You're so unique. Though I've met each of you in person."
I knew that voice. It was all too familiar. I furrowed my brows. "If you're here for soup again, I'm sorry but we're all out."
The figure chortled. "I can't remember you being the mouthy one. And no, I'm not here for the soup. I'm here for the bigger prizes. And I've heard this alley has those bigger prizes. If you ask my men, they'll tell you just how much I love prizes."
Hanso, Miguel and I all looked at each other. Then, we knowingly stood, and directed our attention to the approaching figure again. He was definetly talking about our loot.
