"They couldn't afford to implicate us so they silently took the beatings knowing they were in the wrong", Peter Wright reported to his boss.
The latter had their spinning chair facing the floor to ceiling window that was left open to expose the night decorated by the bright lights from the beautiful city called New York. The view outside was beautiful but the temperature in the room was below zero. In the presence of their boss, they could not afford to even breath too loud.
The five goons had their heads hanging low although their faces were swollen from being beaten black and blue. One of them had a constant pained expression; he was probably standing on a broken leg. Neither went to the hospital but went straight to report to their superior who was overseeing their operation, Peter Wright, and were called in along with him to report on their failed mission.
