When Erick had finished the job, he didn't even look at Silas as he prepared to leave the mansion, amidst the bodies - some dead, others just unconscious but broken at impossible angles - of the criminals and a few junkies who had sought trouble with the wrong guy.
"I still have to go to the pier, so call the others who are left, and tell them to wait for my signal, but don't go to our second safehouse. No one knows how things will turn out from here, since Clifford seems to be a man with more resources and knowledge than I anticipated..."
"Sir... Isn't it better to take me along? What if it turns out to be too dangerous...?"
Erick stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Silas.
However, this time, there was a hint of kindness in his gaze, and in his voice.
