Immediately, the men held up their hands. "What's the meaning of this?" the leader demanded.

"What do you think?" Trevor asked, a gleam coming to his eye.

"Out of the car!" Derek yelled, motioning toward the pavement with his gun.

"Okay, okay!" the Caucasian insurgent in the passenger seat quickly agreed, stepping from the car. "Don't shoot!"

Funny how they turned coward when the guns were pointing at them.

But the man driving and the dark-skinned ...