Ethan reached the main block where José and Antonio were likely being held. He stopped, suddenly remembering his mission. He turned, facing the two guards who had been tailing him at a cautious distance.
"HEY!" Ethan bellowed, pointing the neck of the whiskey bottle at them.
The two guards froze, their faces pale. None of them felt comfortable facing an "intoxicated" man who could shatter bones like toothpicks. So many of their colleagues were hospitalized after the morning brawl; they knew exactly what he was capable of, even when supposedly impaired.
"Bring Jason here with me," Ethan ordered, his voice dangerously low, "or..."
He didn't need to finish the threat. The guards didn't dare contradict him. They turned and ran down the corridor, their boots scrambling on the concrete floor, heading toward the hole.
