"Hey, you over there! If you're coming for me, I'm right here. Who's got the guts to take me down?"

Nathaniel's face was as calm as it was unreadable, but an unmistakable taunt was hidden in his voice—a challenge he knew would rattle them.

"What's wrong? No one brave enough?"

"Two cars, a dozen men, and not a single one of you has the nerve? If you're too scared, why not just drop your weapons and surrender? I'll make a deal—give me something useful, and I'll let you ...