by Narrator » Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:52 pm
For a second there's no reaction from the people inside and Onyx has a chance to at least get a cursory glance around. There's a mercenary sitting in the far corner, towards the back, holding an assault rifle. Opposite of him is a woman wearing a white silk blouse, pencil skirt and pumps that she seems to be trying not to get too dirty from the floor. Her head is turned towards the rear, almost as if she was trying to look through the tarp and into the small dust-cloud left in the truck's trail. To Onyx' immediate left and right are two more mercenaries with handguns. In the middle of the two benches are two young teenagers, one on each side, both with ziplock ties around their wrists. After a moment one of the closer mercenaries seems to notice her and scrambles to raise his gun at her.
"Who the fuck are you!?" he shouts, which in turn makes everyone except the woman turn their heads.