FASHION AND CRIME
There were no cameras, and no noise.
The Crimson Barrel was alive; but it didn’t know that danger was already coming. Fire was walking its way.
Titan and his men parked their black SUV two streets away from the Crimson Barrel, just beside a closed flower shop. The street was quiet, only a few people walking by. Titan looked at the glowing red sign of the lounge from a distance, he looked at his team with a serious face.
“Remember the plan,” he said in a low voice. “No mistakes, in and out, let’s do it fast.”