Enemy Grounds

I stands outside the Rousseau werehouse. My back leaning on my car bonnet.

The guards look at each other, waiting for their leaders order who surprisingly seemed very calm and composed.

A cigarettes in between my fingers , clouds of smoke surrounding me.

"Sir? Are we waiting for something?"

John manages to ask to only get silence in reply.I looked at my watch and then exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Lifting myself up from the bonnet and straightening my back.

I throw away the burned cigarette and turns around to look at the group of 20 men backing me.

"No one follows me once I step inside."

Everyone looked surprised. They were backup,they were supposed to go in behind me and save me if an emergency arises.

Standing outside,they will not be able to save me if something happens inside.

"But boss you can't go inside unarmed and without backup?"

John asked concerned about me ,while my eyes hardened at him.

Stepping closer to him ,I speaks in a voice cold and words emotionless.

"Do not quest