"Ahh, I really don't want to do this…" Arine said as he strapped on the bulletproof vest inside one of the so called headquarters, which was just a fancy name for a warehouse.
"Same here. It's always boring." Mike replied while buckling his vest. "But hey, we're getting paid for it."
They were just preparing for another routine security job, or so they thought. What was waiting for them would be something they'd never forget.
"Where are the other guys?" Arine asked, noticing they were the only ones getting ready.
"They're coming from the Washer. Dani sent a message, saying he's sending eight guys. So with us and the other security, we'll be sixteen. That's more than enough if shit goes down."
"Still, I'd rather be James' personal bodyguard than deal with this." Arine sighed as he walked toward a door that led into what looked like a treasure room.
Mike stepped in after him, both of them staring at the walls stacked with weapons.
