The room became completely quiet. The only sound was the heavy, shaky breathing of the remaining gang members. They all stared down at the heavy wooden beam that had just crushed their friend.
The bald leader blinked his small, cruel eyes. He was shocked. His heart beat very fast in his thick chest. He looked at the broken ropes swinging from the ceiling, and then he looked down at the dead man on the floor.
He could not believe what had just happened. But he was the leader. He could not show fear in front of his men. He had to act tough and in control. He forced himself to take a deep breath and ignore the strange timing of the accident.
The leader turned to the rest of the gang. He waved his thick hand carelessly toward the crushed body.
