C67 Emblem of Disaster

“What the fuck?” Claus muttered, his voice low but sharp. Instinctively, he shifted a little in front of Mia, subtly shielding her.

A man stepped out from the shadows, mid-forties, tall, his smile easy but his eyes too calculating. He raised both hands slightly in mock surrender. “Easy there, buddy. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Claus’s tone was cold