Black.
Zera noticed the color of the men's suits that dragged them roughly towards a black BMW parked just around the building she had in her sights earlier.
It was taking every ounce of restraint for her not to attack. She was beginning to take it might have been a fatal mistake on their part to abandon their guns.
But having it around their waist would immediately sell them out. The mafia lord would be harder to convince if he just finds one of them with any form of weapon.
Their story of being wasted and randomly stumbling at the same place at the same time that the mafia was doing their drug deals would be harder to sell.
Zera and her friends were dropped on the ground upon nearing the car. One of the men in black suits tapped on the tainted window at the back seat.
Zera pretended to grin like she was finding everything amusing. Her effort to raise her head and wait for the window to roll down didn't go to waste.
