"Holy shit! Who the hell do you think you are?! Telling us to move out for you?!"
Before Calvin could even open his mouth, a younger man shot to his feet, fury written all over his face. He yanked a massive machete from his back, the blade gleaming under the overhead lights. Clearly, Ethan's demand had hit a nerve.
Most people who came here were grateful just to be let in. These guys? First thing they did was try to claim the captain's house. It was outrageous.
Calvin immediately stepped in, raising a hand to block the younger man. "Travis! What did I say about this? Once you're here, you treat everyone like family. Put the damn machete away."
"Captain," Travis snapped, eyes still locked on Ethan, "we treat them like family and they treat us like idiots?"
"Sit. Down," Calvin said, voice sharp.
