KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK... A knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" A large man with an Indian appearance got up from a chair near the door. He had been playing on his phone, and as he spoke, his hand was already reaching for his waist.
"¡Carlos, estamos de vuelta! ¡Abre la puerta!"
Hearing the familiar Spanish, the large man finally relaxed, walking to the door and pulling it open.
Four fierce-looking burly men filed into the room.
Carlos poked his head out the door to look around before pulling it shut.
"Anthony! How'd it go?" Carlos asked with a grin.
"A walk in the park! The n****r just wouldn't listen, so I put a bullet straight into his stomach. I guess the desert wolves are getting an extra meal tonight!" Anthony, with his full beard, flashed a bloodthirsty smile.
"I'll take you to the boss," Carlos said with a shrug.
