Slow strokes

Louis and Alex take two cars each. Battered bodies of the intruders were thrown out of the cars, into some dark alley in South New York.

"Done. Let's go home." Says Louis, the eldest.

Dan offers to drive the car. It was obvious and lingering in the atmosphere.

Louis never knew the true extent of his anger. How volatile it was for him as well. He looks at the fist that threw merciless punches at the four gangsters. Finally, he tied them up and threw them into where they belong.

"Louis, calm down please." Dan says, reaching out to pat his brother on his thigh. Exhaling sharply, Louis looks out of the window.

Fifteen minutes pass by. The two cars reach back home. As Louis appeared from the car, the security team which was assigned for their protection began shaking in their timbers. However, Louis walks by them. Paying no attention to them.

The squad leader shows up at the doorstep, he asks, "Boss, are we... f-fired?"

"What else do you think will be happening? Leave the site, or he won't