The man leading the group watched as the bodyguards protected a middle-aged woman who was cowering and searching through the factory. His eyes betrayed his anxiety. He was much calmer than the others, although he was initially startled when Enna Clark fired a shot into the air. But after the initial shock, he slowly regained his composure. His face was covered with scars and bulging muscles; he looked at Enna Clark with inquisition and scrutiny, "Who exactly are you people? What are you doing here?"
Enna Clark didn't pay him any mind.
Used to throwing his weight around, it was the first time he'd been so blatantly ignored, especially by a woman. His face lost color, turning ferocious as he said with his sinister, squinty eyes, "Do you know where you are? Daring to break in? Do you think you can really handle the consequences of stirring up trouble? Let me tell you straight, we have connections. Smarten up and scram!"
