"They call him the Neighborhood Mutt. I would've looked into his real name, but I didn't think it would be of any use to you," Miles chipped in from where he stood.
Ezra chuckled. "Mutt. What a well-deserving name you have there. You must've seen the future when you chose it."
The said Neighborhood Mutt was unfazed and sneered, "You may both wear those fancy suits, but even the police won't save you from my hands when this is over."
Amused, Ezra bent over with a calm smile.
"Why am I not surprised to see you're not very bright? Well, I'm so angry I'm actually willing to take the time to explain the situation you're in."
"You see, usually, when two men you don't know come into your neighborhood, one renders you and your men useless and the other explains things to you with a very calm smile, you should be very afraid."
Mutt laughed loudly, "Afraid? Tsk! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a pompous brat in an expensive suit who thinks he can look down on me."
