"Do you have the walkie talkie?" Mike asked the guard next to him.
"Yeah." He glanced down at it. "It's ready if something happens."
Mike let out a big sigh as he looked into the mirror. "You ready, Arine?"
"Of course." He said with a smile.
Then Mike put his weapon on his lap as the light turned green, and they finally turned onto the narrow street. He kept his eyes glancing at the mirror to see if someone was following them, but nothing happened at first. Still, he felt that sensation, that they were being watched.
He was right.
One of the Nerozzi member was on the street, pretending to be just smoking on the sidewalk, but in his hand was a radio, waiting for the convoy to get to the middle of the street. But as he saw them roll in, his pulse quickened.
It wasn't just one truck like Oli told them, it was much more.
