Their leader shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping him.
"Impossible," he muttered, though his tone betrayed his unease.
"You think so?" Adrian spoke up, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he noted the mix of fear and confusion flickering across their faces. He tilted his head slightly, his voice steady but laced with mockery. "You've been standing here for minutes now, doing nothing but tossing around empty threats and waving those guns like toys. Not a single shot fired. So, let me ask again... what are you really here for?"
"Shut your mouth if you know what's good for you!" the scarred man snapped, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear. His gaze darted away from Adrian's, landing on Genevieve instead. A sly smirk crept across his face as he added, "We've got you outnumbered. Maybe you should drop that gun before we take it from you. And don't worry, we'll make sure your pretty friend here keeps us entertained as payment for the trouble you made us go through."
