The person sitting in the front passenger seat occasionally glanced back at the four people behind, dressed impeccably but with decidedly different expressions. He took a few more glances at a pockmarked face, then clicked his tongue; the face ruined in adolescence. Though the features were prominent, the face was full of acne scars, repulsing a second glance.
The four people in the back seat kept quiet, indicating a strong mutual understanding. After a long journey of bumps, they arrived at a flat area, and the car drove straight into a factory building.
"Get out!" The person in the front passenger seat waved a large hand as several people surrounded them from outside, all holding weapons. "Sorry, but for safety's sake, you might be a bit inconvenienced."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came up and frisked them, pulling out guns hidden on their bodies and tossing them into an iron barrel on the side. "These will be returned once you come out. Now, follow me downstairs."
