Diego
I stand before the empty shipment container, my imposing figure casting shadows against the cold metal walls of it. The moon, obscured by wisps of clouds, bathes the container park in an eerie glow. The air is thick with unspoken trepidation, and a poisonous aura of simmering rage seeps from my every pore, saturating our surroundings with the acrid scent of my fury.
First, alcohol from a trusted vender goes missing without a trace and now this. It's clear that someone is f*****g with me, and I can only think of one person who would be stupid enough to do so. And we just delivered a head to his doorstep a few days ago.
"f*****g, Viktor!" I snarl loud enough for him to hear. He won't be here physically, but there are likely listening devices and cameras all around.
Leo rubs his jaw
