Rafa stepped forward until his face was but a couple of inches from Critters. His mouth formed a grin, this time not the amused one he'd shown before but the one he'd learned on the streets. The type of grin of the type of person who knows that backing down from a challenge means losing everything for which you'd fought and bled to get. Losing a challenge, even if it meant a lot of hurt, was a lot better than turning back from one.
His voice was stone cold and red hot at the same time, it was obvious that he was struggling with himself not to become violent and that interrupting him would end that struggle quickly.
"Really? Now who the drek died and put you in charge, cabron? You want to know what I think I'm doing? I'm doing the job we're being paid for, without fucking it up like you're doing.
Do you know what you're doing? Huh? I don't think so. Or do you really want to claim that in the 2 seconds it apparently took you to examine snowy there, you scanned it for tags too? 'cuz that's what you should be doing instead of getting in my way. Scared of cats, scared of cops... let me tell you what you should be scared of."
He shrugged his shoulders and tensed his muscles, causing the cheetahs fell to the ground.
"If in my streets anyone gets in my way like you're doing, they're dead. I could crush your windpipe and then snap your neck like a twig. But let's say that I can't, because some higher-ups don't want bad blood between your people and mine. If you end up dead in some dumpster, the bosses will send their men to ask 'Who had beef with Critter?' and word on the street will be that Critter dissed Rafa in public, so Rafa had no choice but to kill him. But the bosses won't like that and come looking for Rafa.
So instead of just using you like a punching bag and then throwing you away like a used condom, me and some friends will come to visit the place you and your friends use to party and do business. We just toss some molotov's and burn you and your friends and any putas inside and finish whoever makes it out.
And you know what? Word on the street will be that someone took you and your friends out of business. And the higher-ups will ask 'Now who'd want to see them taken out of business?'. And the answer will be 'everyone who wants a larger cut' and that'll be it, 'cuz they earned it.
Comprende, amigo? You get that? You really should. Because that stuff's going on here too. You see, you grab just the tiger and leave. Now the big company and the cops ain't as good as finding criminals as crime bosses, but even they will ask 'Now who'd want to take that tiger?' and 'Who was close to the thing before and got cut off recently?'. And there's one answer: that stupid little corpse who hired us. And I can tell you right now that he won't last long on the grill and will spill the beans on all of us.
But if lots of cats go missing, the question will be 'Who'd want to steal a whole bunch of cats?'. And guess what, that worthless fur-loving midget ain't one of the answers."
He bent through his knees to pick up the stunned cats again, his muscles bulging as he lifted them.
"I get that you must be new to this breaking-the-law thing and scared drekless, so I'll be nice and understanding. But if you dis me like that a second time there won't ever be a third.
Now I've seen you're very good at letting people do their jobs. You sit chatting in a bar while I scout the place, hide in your car while the rest takes out security and then come in and drug a cat I've already knocked out cold. So why don't you keep doing what you're good at and let us finish this job."
@Team: "Boosts, where the drek are you? Think you can clear these cats of tags and get this truck started?"
