A bullet lodged into the door by Wilson's side. The bullet was only a couple of inches from him. Seeing this, droplets of sweat fell from his forehead. He furrowed.
"You don't get it, do you." A playful voice came from the depth of the night.
Hmm!
Wilson and his team looked in the direction of the voice, baffled. What confidence!? However, Wilson was not someone that took things lying down without retaliating. "You must be naïve to think you can go against PAR and go unscathed." His arrogant voice filled the quiet evening.
"Really!" A short pleasing laugh echoed, surprising Wilson and his men. Wilson wanted to retort but heard the voice again. "You need not worry if we can deal with PAR or not. First, worry about your puny life." The voice said playfully.
