"What did you say happened?" the scarred man shouted as he stood up from his seat, pushing the lady who had been rocking his body off him.
She dropped to the floor, her ass hitting it hard as her face grimaced. The tattooed guy gestured towards her. "Leave!"
The scarred man continued, "Why the hell did you also lock the son of the Vaughns up? Is it so hard to do your job just right, you fuckers?"
The two men stood with their hands clamped behind their backs as they kept their eyes low. Their teeth were sealed as they dared not utter a word.
"Won't you say anything, you fools?" the scarred man shouted again.
But the men didn't speak; they only stood mute. Frustrated, the scarred man moved back to his seat, and beside it lay the hilt of a sword. He pulled the sword out, walked back, and placed it on the neck of one of them.
"I'm serious. I told you to fucking speak!"
