Le had recently gotten a job as some rich fox's body guard. He had to admit, the job was quite dubious, but work was work. He had been supplied with a low-profile combat vest, and an AR-15 with a laser sight and a foregrip. Right now, he was guarding the rich fox during what seemed to be a drug deal.
"You got the stuff?" One of the recipients, a German shepherd , asks
His guy nods curtly, and asks "money?"
The German shepherd opens up a briefcase, counting hundreds of dollars in cash.
But something was wrong. The guy in the middle would repeatedly scratch his back. A little too much for his tastes.
"Boss..." He leans over to whisper to the boss "something's off."
Just as he says that, the other people all draw a large assortment of pistols, the leader drawing a large, shiny desert eagle.