The crowd at Hell Gates Arena was losing their minds when the scoreboard flashed one last time.
Colossus 118, Skull Diggers 41.
People were screaming, stomping their feet on the bleachers, pulling out their phones to film everything. Honestly, a massacre like that always hits different for the crowd.
But on the court, the mood was completely different. The Colossus players were just trying to catch their breath. Some were standing, others crouched with their hands on their knees, but none of them looked happy. No smiles, no pats on the back, nothing. Just a bunch of tired guys who'd finished a job like any other. For them, it was just an ordinary Tuesday.
Salida walked up to Cross. The guy was still out of breath, a towel thrown around his neck. She crossed her arms, jaw clenched, and stared him down for a long moment before spitting out.
"So, asshole, you happy? Fun not keeping your word?"
Cross smiled without even looking at her.
