*HUFF* *HUFF*
Mark ran across the café's kitchen, toppling glasses and plates as he ran past.
"Who are these guys...?" His voice was strained.
Close behind him, Alex followed, his eyes scanning the kitchen.
"Los Garra crew looks like they want one of us alive."
Alex's face was covered in sweat as he stopped in front of a gas canister. He tried to grab the gas pipe with his left hand, but pain shot through his shoulder.
'Ugh…!!!
He frowned as he looked at his left shoulder.
Mark stopped when he saw Alex wasn't following behind him.
"What are you doing? Let's move…"
Mark's eyes darted between Alex and the door leading to the café's sitting area, where they had just left.
"Give me a minute," Alex said calmly, causing Mark to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and his hand shaking.
"I don't think we have a minute..."
