The Viper's POV
It was way past midday and I had just settled down in my office to finish up some work when my phone began to ring. Noel, the manager in charge of my warehouse, was calling.
"Hello."
"Boss, I've been trying to reach you but no one was picking." He sounded panicked and scared.
"I have been trying to reach out to you too. But to no avail, I saw the news in the city centre. Did our warehouse get bombed?"
"Yes, Sir. It's not just that, our men that survived the explosion have been taken into custody by the police force."
"What? Where were you? Aren't you supposed to be there making things work?"
"They said that we are running an illegal place for weaponry. The drugs have also been found. There are numerous charges already. I hope they don't snitch or get me in trouble. I just wanted some extra cash, Sir. I don't want any trouble."
"Shit! Get the hell out of there and go to the grey safe house. I'll come and meet you there."
