Jonathan Thatcher was initially full of bluster.
But then he saw the row of armored vehicles and gleaming advanced weapons like AK-47s facing him.
His bravado evaporated in an instant.
"Is this yours?"
Jordan Vaughn asked, holding a black object.
"What is it?"
Jonathan Thatcher raised his voice, squinting to get a better look at the object in the man's hand.
Shiloh's face darkened as he pressed a button on the object.
A loud song instantly echoed through the entire street:
"Good Luck Comes, wishing you good luck! Good Luck Comes, bringing joy and love! Good Luck Comes, we have good luck! Welcoming good luck, we prosper and flourish everywhere..."
Nina Jacobs had just followed Holden Shaw out of the underground garage.
The song immediately filled her ears.
"What's wrong?"
Holden Shaw noticed something was off with Nina behind him.
"...It's nothing."
She continued to follow him into a vehicle, where she saw the object in Shiloh's hand.
