The gangsters were having a party, cracking open beers and high-fiving each other over their successful hit job. They eagerly awaited the arrival of the mysterious figure who had ordered the hit, their minds already swirling with the possibilities of their next job.
Fir listened in from the shadows, his ears perked and his eyes darting around the room, taking in every detail. As he waited, a plan started to form in his mind. He knew that he could take them all down if he timed his attack just right.
Then, the sound of screeching tires filled the air. Three sleek black SUVs pulled up outside the warehouse, and nine men dressed in sharp suits and fedoras emerged.
But it was the woman with them who caught his attention. She was stunning, with long, flowing hair and mesmerizing eyes. Fir felt like he had seen her before, but couldn't quite remember
Inside the warehouse
The gang leader sneered as he looked at the a men with fedoras, his pride and arrogance evident in his posture.
