“What are you guys talking about?”

  Over the last few hours, the interrogations were over. None of them said a thing. That was impressive especially when you consider the large amount of torture.

  “Go back to sleep.”

  The homeless man had found himself in a silent showdown for the bench nearest to the wall with the informant.

  “But I want this bench.”

  The homeless man, who’d been carrying that suitcase up until his arrest, proceeded to get into a fight with the informant. The two went against one another before Javier came into the mix. See, he had spent the previous hours sleeping and really couldn’t deal with the world around him. He picked both of them up and slammed them into a wall, ultimately breaking it. See, this was Burino’s master plan. He planned on the homeless man getting in a fight over the bench and he purposefully made random noises to agitate Javier and to keep him awake.

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  “Gentlemen, I give you freedom.”

  Saying he wasn’t smart would be a lie. But calling him uneducated is true. They all immediately ran out the new exit before the homeless man rose.

  “This went far better than I could've ever expected.”

  “Why are there firemen?”

  A firehose had knocked all seven of the thieves down since they couldn’t figure out everything in time.

  “Shoot them!”

  With those orders being caught by both Loosy and the vigilante, even they had joined in on defending their catches from bullet fire. They ripped guns out of hands and threatened people before eventually they had ended the threats. Little did they know that the suited man was a detective of sorts, he had been good at his job, really good at it to the point where he became a vigilante that utilized masks.

  “Back down.”