Gathered inside the walls of a warehouse, an entire battalion of Black Skulls sat in silence. They didn't appear to be ready for battle, but they weren't relaxed, either. Each had a weapon grasped, but their postures betrayed a growing, unbearable exhaustion.
The tension that built up over time made it difficult to even breathe. Nevertheless, since they didn't know when the enemy would show up or from where, all they could do was wait and try not to get caught off guard.
Milo didn't like the atmosphere. Being the manager of one of the gang's nightclubs, he and his crew were used to sleeping through the day and partying all night. Their routine got them into the habit of finishing jobs in no time, and extended periods of stress weren't something they enjoyed.
