Viper edged closer to Rusty, his boots scuffing lightly against the blood-slick floor. His breathing became shallow and his body visibly trembled as he nodded at Rusty's suggestion.
He glanced toward the darkness, his face dimly lit by the flickering flame of Rusty's lighter. The glow threw messy shadows across the garage walls, doing little to ease the suffocating void surrounding them.
"We'll tell you whatever you wanna know," Viper began, his voice shaky but loud enough to echo. He swallowed hard as he said this, his Adam's apple bobbing as he licked his dry lips. "Vik and Ash are the bosses, they're—"
Before he could finish, two bloodied hands shot out from the darkness and clamped down on his leg. The grip was firm and desperate, fingers curling tightly around his pants.
