The three thugs looked at each other, and one by one, smiles began to form on their faces.
"Funny you ask." One of them spoke, his hands moving around as he pointed randomly. "We saw a sketchy fellow in the neighborhood and thought we should see what he's here for."
"Uh-uh," Dante nodded. "I think there was a rule for things like this. What's it called again?" He looked up, making a show of thinking. "Oh, right, they called mind your fucking business. Have you heard about it?"
There was clearly some type of lag, seeing as the thugs' reaction to his words was a bit delayed. Dante used that time to study their appearance, checking for any signs that hinted at them being members of the local gang. Their clothes showed nothing, and they had no visible tattoos.
