Three men had burst through the front doors with a loud crash, stepping confidently into the room as if the chaos already brewing was merely a welcome party. Each of them wore the same sleek jacket, midnight black and unmistakably tailored for more than fashion. Yet there was one subtle distinction: the color of the lining on the inside of their jackets.
Out of all of them, one man stood out immediately, the one whose inner lining shimmered silver beneath the overhead lights. He was clearly the leader, and he stepped forward with effortless calm, commanding the room without saying a word.
"What is happening today?!" the manager shouted, his voice already strained. "Did everyone take a crazy pill this morning?!"
As if on cue, the kitchen doors swung open behind the bar, and a new wave of tension washed over the room. The kitchen staff emerged, still dressed in crisp white uniforms, but in their hands, they held long, sharp kitchen knives.
