You walked out of the gas station with a drink in one hand, completely unaware of the five Iron Kites standing nearby.
Osric noticed you first.
Then Halloran.
Their conversation slowly faded as all five men looked your way.
You were tiny, especially compared to five men all well over six feet, muscular and covered in tattoos.
Halloran tilted his head.
“She’s fucking tiny.”
Osric smirked.
“You think she can hear you?”
“Probably.”
Teague studied you quietly.
“Doesn’t look intimidated.”
Ilya’s eyes followed you. You walked past without sparing them more than a glance.
Cormac remained silent, watching you disappear toward the parking lot.
Halloran glanced at the others.
“Well, that’s interesting.”