Hector took a deep breath, then he opened his mouth.
"Umm, boss, I've not done this before".
In the dim lighting of this underground bunker, Andrew flashed a bright smile at his subordinate. "That's the point, I've never done this before too".
His smile seemed to ease Hector's worries a bit. "Just be free, take this as your last hour before death and be free with close colleagues".
He grinned. "Give us a good tale".
Hector sighed, then he folded his legs, now sitting down cross-legged.
Anticipating the first sentence that would come out of his subordinate's mouth, Andrew finally took the opportunity to pay attention to his surroundings.
The underground bunker of the Smokers' gang hideout was filled with dust.
For some reason, it seemed like the gangsters never came down here at all.
Andrew wondered what the reason for that was. Did their gang leader restrict his gang members from coming down here?
