"Alright, let's separate 'em," Jax muttered, dragging a whimpering underling down the dim corridor of the Golden Brew Syndicate's abandoned factory. "One idiot per room. No need for group therapy."
"Got it," Miya said, cracking her knuckles. "Been needing to let off some steam. I will definitely be taking this one." She said, pointing with glee to a wide-eyed, burly underling who had once pinched her butt as he passed her. Back then, she'd had to repress her emotions, but now she'd be able to release her rage—all of it.
Garret opened one of the rusted office doors with a screech and shoved a dazed goon inside. "You may stay here. Someone will be with you shortly." His large and burly demeanour, and the bleak surroundings at odds with his calm and professional tone, reminiscent of a hotel staff member.
