Nico
"My phone?" I asked, standing by the lobby desk where I was supposed to receive my seized belongings, only to get the response I half expected.
"Your gun has been logged into evidence, and your phone was destroyed in the tussle. The money for it will be refunded to your account if you could please provide it," the woman on duty responded in a clipped, professional tone.
I didn't provide it.
Instead, I turned and headed toward the entrance. Martin walked right behind me along with the rest of my men who had been released.
I had just stepped out when Martin spoke before I could.
"We can't attack them in any form. We have too much media attention on us right now," he said, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
And he did.
At that point, I didn't even care who the mastermind was. I just wanted to ruin every single police officer in the central city of Marcelle.
Who did they think they were?
