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Jamal saw the man enter the warehouse. He got out of his chair, and pulled out his nickel-plated 1911. He sneaked up behind the man and placed the pistol to his head. "excuse me, sir, but this warehouse is off limits. May I ask what you are doing here.?" Jamal heard the man rattle off an excuse. Jamal rolled his eyes. "Sir, do you realize you walked into a warehouse controlled by the Bloody Tears. If you leave now, nothing will happen to you." Jamal glanced up at the security camera, making sure it was recording this." If you do not leave, I believe proper procedure is for you to be marked as a target for the Blood Tears assassins. And we both know how good they are." He man stood up and tucked his pistol away. Jamal walked him to the door, made sure he got out, and closed and locked the door. "Fuckin' scavengers." Jamal pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Uh, Boss? This is Jamal. There was some dude in the warehouse, but I got him to leave. He looked kinda suspicious, though. Real shady. What should we do?"