The group watched as the gang members slowly closed in, smiles wide, weapons in hand, and dark chuckles rumbling from their throats.
Memories from every crime movie they'd ever seen came flooding into their minds. The setting, the atmosphere, it all felt too real.
If their bodies were dealt with in a place like this, it could be weeks before anyone found them, if anyone found them at all.
"Hey, kid, you do have a plan, right?" Steven whispered urgently. "Right? You knew there was a chance they'd turn on us when you mentioned having that kind of money?"
"Yeah," Max said calmly. "I have a plan."
Steven and Joe both exhaled in relief.
"The plan is you guys," Max added, glancing at them. "You're my guards, remember?"
That was not the plan they'd been hoping for.
And it was already too late. The Pit members charged in.
Steven moved on instinct. As a gang member swung a metal pipe down toward him, Steven quickly raised his arms, and launched a fist straight into the guy's face.
