Mack Michaels had a smile of triumph all over his round face as he walked towards them. Rey could see he loosely held a hand gun in his right hand, lightly tapped it against his thigh as he slowly advanced.
Rey was out numbered, two guns to none. The more he analyzed the situation, the more he truly regretted his plan.
“Mr. Rey Daniels, what a pleasure to finally have you here with us,” Mack said pleasantly proud. He was now standing just out of reach. He had folded his beefy arms over his pot belly, the gun resting against his belly with the muzzle pointing towards Rey.
“I wish I could be so pleased to be here,” Rey responded calmly. His eyes were still roaming the old house looking for a way out.
Mack chuckled heavily before saying, “Well, we apologies for not making you feel mor
