I had won. Thirty-five guards lay where I had left them. I glared at them. Pathetic. I tore the map off the wall, memorizing the other warehouse locations.
I walked down the stairs and caught a whiff of gunpowder. The smoke still rose from the chaos. Normally, I'd have booked it, but there was nobody nearby that could hear the chaos. Hands in my pockets, I strolled out the front door.
The sun outlined a man in a black trench coat, gun fixed on my head. A gray car sat parked behind him.
"I mean no harm," he said. "But I know how dangerous you are. You'd have killed me if given the chance."
"Fair enough. Let me guess, money?"
"I want you to join my team of vigilantes, you'd be a valuable member to have."