Night had fallen, and four figures stepped out of the house, each holding a different weapon. Graves stood in front, dressed in her agent suit with a box in hand.
Alex wore a body-hugging black jumpsuit, resting a baseball bat against her neck. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Kelvin, shirtless under his jacket, clenched a pair of iron knuckle rings.
Only Damien looked like a gentleman out for a casual stroll- if you ignored the scalpel delicately balanced in between his fingers.
Excitement gleamed in their eyes- except for Graves, whose gaze remained icy as ever.
They entered the car, with Alex taking the wheel. Their destination was a warehouse by the port downtown.
Alex turned up the music as they drove through the city, passing bustling streets and busy traffic. As they neared their destination, the road became quieter and more deserted.
