"What's going on?"
Wolf picked up the phone, the manager spoke in a panicked tone, "They've broken in..."
"Who has broken in?"
"Who else could break in if not Lance's men?"
"Fack, send people over, quick, on... Street!"
The sound of gunfire on the other end of the line was intense, indicating that they were using submachine guns, and more than one.
The manager, trembling all over with fear, was a cadre. He hadn't faced this kind of violence for many years!
He didn't even have time to hang up the phone. He just threw it aside, his hands shaking as he opened a drawer and clutched a handgun he took out!
Caught between running out and getting shot, and hiding, he chose to hide.
He crawled under the table, clenching his teeth to prevent any noise from escaping.
The gunfire outside the door didn't last long. In less than two minutes, the only sound left in the room was the "hello hello" coming from the phone receiver.
