"Look, Vargas," Frank said, blowing a slow puff of smoke toward the light bulb. "We trusted you guys long enough. But this kind of crap cannot go on forever." He shifted his weight, adjusting his dirty jacket. "It is time to cut the cord. We are not spending more money on a team of nobodies."
The words came out and everything just stopped. The air went completely dead. Nobody even breathed. For the Dust Dogs, this was the end of the world. The realization that their entire lives were about to vanish left a massive, terrifying void in the middle of the room.
Vargas turned pale. He gripped his wrinkled pants with trembling hands as he stepped forward in total desperation, trying to find his voice.
Tylo, who was already on the edge of a breakdown before the game, just stared at the floorboards, his teeth grinding hard. Saya sat completely frozen against the wall. She did not move a single muscle, her phone stuck in her hands as her brain rewinded the scene.
