Ethan Dawson observed the thugs in front of him. 'How many moves would it take to finish them?' he wondered. He had a gun, but to conserve ammunition, he planned to use his dagger. The only problem was the number of people passing by; making a move here would only bring them trouble.
'Or I could lure them into a corner.' Quincy looked unreliable, but he wasn't completely useless. Working together, they could probably take these guys out in under five seconds.
When Ethan Dawson didn't answer, the man surprisingly didn't get angry. Instead, he looked past him at Quincy.
"You two look unfamiliar. First time in the refugee camp?"
At his words, both Ethan Dawson and Quincy tensed up, their eyes flashing with killing intent.
Their faces were disguised and looked different from their usual appearance, but they hadn't expected this man to see through them so easily and identify them as outsiders.
