Chapter 3：Tattoos (1/2)

Seeing the scene of one of his friends being hit by a brick, one of them almost jumped in Mack, almost.

Mack was as calm as water, but his hand dropped the brick and was now behind his back.

'If this guy has a gun, we are more than dead.' thought Luke, trying to avoid a bloodbath.

”Good, it seems one of you can use the head.” said Mack, still looking at the unconscious guy, not caring a bit for all drama in front of him.

After a few seconds, the commotion stopped and Luke asked to Mack ”Ok we will give you that stuff, but why you need that, here, and is he still alive?” asked Luke pointing to the unconscious guy.

”ye ye ye, he is breathing. He will be fine, relax. I need those things so I can make some tattoos.” said Mack, removing his focus from the guy on the ground and looking at Luke's eyes.

”A tattoo you said?” asked Luke, dumbfounded.

”Not one, Nine! So, you better give me all of your flare gun ammunition. I don't care for the gun, only the ink inside the shells, I have my ways to handle it.” said Mack.

”Wait, you are going to use the ink from the flare guns to make tattoos? and here?” Asked Luke, still not believing.

If there was one thing that Mack could not deal with, was with stupid people that asked questions that were already obvious. But he refrained himself from escalating more, it's not like those guys deserved anything of that, anyway.

”Ahhhhhh right!!!! Josh is a professional tattooer.” said one of the five guys, looking at Luke.

'Dammmmit!!! Why open your mouth? We would leave in minutes. Now we are screwed!' thought Luke, but for the sake of his life, he avoided saying aloud.

”Wich one of you is Josh?” asked Mack, in surprise.

Then the four of them looked at the same time at the unconscious guy on the floor as Luke said ”Him!”.

FOUR HOUR LATER