"He's here,"
The others froze. "Who?"
"The Bruce guy, his dot is right next to us!" Average Joe said...
At once, his gaze darted around, scanning the treeline. His eyes, sharp and hawk-like, narrowed on a nearby shrub.
"There!" Joe barked, pointing forward.
Before the others could react, Bruce stepped calmly out of the foliage, brushing a few stray leaves off his body. He had no clothes on his upper part of his body exposing his muscles and abs. His expression was unreadable, neither tense nor excited, just composed. But the trio didn't care.
Joe's pulse spiked. "You know the plan!"
All three recruits moved instantly, spreading out in a practiced triangle formation.
Within seconds, Bruce was surrounded.
The lean one crouched low, claws gleaming wickedly. The halberd wielder took a defensive stance, ready to counter or block. The spearman leveled his weapon forward, his aim locked on Bruce's chest.
But Bruce only smiled.
That same quiet, infuriatingly calm smile.
