Samantha sat in the vehicle with her entourage of four. In the distance was a drug den. Much similar to her own. While called a den, it was basically this gang's fortress. Armed guards at every exit and a small private army inside.
Samantha wagered by the size of the building they would have as little as one hundred inside, taking into account the multitude that were back at her factory. To her side in the vehicle, Beverly was loading her needler, getting ready for the good fight, but Samantha put a rain on her parade.
"When I go in, I need you to cover the exits. No one gets in or out. This is about sending a message, but on my terms, these low lifes cannot be the messengers. Do you understand?"
Without a shred of complaint at having her expectations subverted, Beverly nodded her head. Yes my lady... Hey! When the Lady asks you a question you answer." She said, scolding the three in the back.
