Trading With the Enemy

RONAN SLIPPED HIS GUN behind his back when he got out of his car. He then fixed his coat before pushing the door closed and walking towards the warehouse where the transaction of illegal firearms was taking place. The sound of a gunshot made him frown, and that was enough for his pace to quicken until he saw his men huddling together.

“What’s going on?” he asked, causing them to turn their faces t