Their greasy hair hung in tangled strands over their faces, and not a single one of them looked remotely pleasant. Their clothes were worn and ragged, their skin streaked with soot. Each of them held their weapon with steady confidence, their full attention locked on us.I was just brushing a few strands of hair out of my eyes when, at my sudden movement, the click of five guns being cocked froze me in place. My hand stopped just inches from my face as I glanced toward Nathan, holding my breath, unsure of what to do.“I think it’s pretty obvious that you shouldn’t push your luck today, Rodriguez,” Nathan said, fixing his gaze on the man standing in the middle.“Not in the mood for games, hell’s angel?” the man grinned, flashing his gold tooth.“Oh, I’m always up for a little game — you know me,” Nathan replied darkly. “I’m just afraid my current mission doesn’t involve painting the walls with blood.”“So what brings you here, then?” Rodriguez asked, his gaze flicking to me and then ba
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