There were ten of them. Men. Sitting in a circle. Old men with sagging cheeks and droopy arm muscles. You could tell they'd been strong at one point. In fact, they each wore some means of muscle shirt or other "tough guy" apparel. If you didn't know the deeds of their past and what they'd done so easily without any signs of remorse - if you didn't know who they were, their appearance might seem rather comical.
Did they know she could see them? Did they suspect she had eyes and ears on them? As comical as they looked, she still felt her heart rate quicken at the thought of getting caught. Or the manipulative way in which they might retaliate if they even so much as suspected she was spying on them.
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