-Be good boys and you will keep your fingers- he recommended. The subjects simply looked at him, without saying a word-. Your code of honor will be of no use to you.
- They will find you, police, and they will kill you.
-Yep, they can try.
-No one is safe-, the other spoke-, even if they leave us free, they will pursue us just as they would with her if she dont...
-Shh- Vick interrupted-, save your words for the interrogation, guys. Lew!- he shouted, returning outside-, do you have any water for me?
-Sure. Seven dollars.
-You can't charge your superior- Vick pretended to be hurt, they both laughed. With the bottle in his hand he sat on the floor, his back against the warehouse door. He opened the bottle and drank the contents quickly.
-It's a nice night, don't you think?
-Yes, the wind is beautiful. We just have to wait. Well done, mate- he extended his outstretched palm to Vick, who high-fived it, laughing.
They both got up when they heard the sound of wheels. In a few seconds, three cars appeared, illuminating the place in blue and red. An older man got off the first one and walked towards them, applauding.
-Well done- he smiled from ear to ear-, Vick, your father thought that you were not ready to be a sergeant and here you are proving the opposite.
-I'm sure he's cursing my existence up there- he joked, pointing to the sky.
-Nonsense, he would be very proud of you.
-I just follow his teachings- he shrugged.
They led the rest of the men into the house, the prisoners were still there and they were escorted, one by one, to the second car parked outside.
-You should go with them- he told Lew minutes later-, I'll stay a little longer in case they decide to return.
-I'll stay with you.
-Negative. Go home, your wife is waiting.
-Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.
Vick waited until the sound of cars became a distant memory. Then he stood in front of the warehouse, he could feel his heart pounding. He swallowed and opened the doors.
-We meet again, my love.
