"Yes, the boss sent us, please have mercy." One of the men spoke up shaking with fear, in truth, it was just a façade he used as he secretly tapped a button in his pocket sending a signal for backup.
Meanwhile John who was driving home hummed a tune drumming his hands on the steering wheel, he shook his head following the rhythm of the tune as he took a left turn when the traffic light turned red.
It was then an emergency tone came from his phone which made him raise an eyebrow as he fetched his phone he tossed the other seat not too long ago.
"Why are they asking for back up?" John tutted wondering what could be wrong with his men, asking for a back up to kill someone that sits by an office all they and a whore, with that thought and with no hesitation, John cancelled the signal from going any further.
"Such incompetence." He muttered tossing the phone back unto the seat, were 12 men already not enough to deal with two ordinary people?
