Phoebe's POV
The moment Alistair climbed out of the car, his crew practically vibrated with anticipation. One guy couldn't contain himself and yelled, "Alistair, can we kick this off already? We're dying to get started."
Their fingers were practically twitching, ready for action.
Alistair casually shoved one hand in his pocket while grabbing an AK-47 from one of his guys, flashing a grin. "Getting antsy, are we?"
The whole crew roared back in perfect sync, "Hell yeah!"
The scrapyard guards went white as sheets, their minds racing. 'Alistair? Which Alistair? Please don't tell me it's Harold's right-hand man, Alistair.'
One guard recognized him immediately and stammered, "Holy shit, it's actually Alistair. Boss, what's the play here? We still gonna throw down?"
The head guard smacked his guy upside the head. "Fight? You want to end up six feet under?"
