Chapter 18: Shots fired

“How’d the meeting go?”

The rain hasn’t let up since Vin left home, and the constant pitter-patter was starting to irritate him. He fixed Soren with a bored stare.

“Do you even have to ask?” the crime lord replied. “Any news for me?”

Soren smirked as he opened the car door for Vin, droplets of rain wetting his shoulder as he protected his master from the rain.

“I have a package waiting for you at the warehouse,” said Soren as he settled into the driver’s seat.

“Finally.”

When the duo arrived at the said warehouse, Z was already there, picking at his nails waiting for them.

“Took you guys long enough,” Z muttered as he slid the door open to let the two in. “It was freezing.”

Vin ignored the complaint, while Soren snickered at Z’s expense. The warehouse as they call it was an old storage facility for their weapons. Towers of empty wooden crates lined each of the four walls. Vin didn’t want to dump them for they made excellent soundproofing, perfect for activities like this.

“Loo