Spiral of Events: Family Connections Part three

More than annoyed, he slammed his hammer down, entirely missing the current project. Red-faced from his growing anger, he stomped over to Monett. He let out an angry growl and then yelled, "Are you diseased in the head or something! I told you not to come here! Do you want to ruin my business?"

"Hello, Tank Angelus. Long time, no see. From the looks of it, what business?" Monett clenched her teeth firmly together and stood her ground.

"What!" Tank wielded on Sizzler, noticing the sneaky man eyeing him from behind Monett.

Sizzler gawked at Tank, wondering where he fit in with the Angelus family. He was a hulk of a man with bulging arms and a huge gut. Dirt and grime weighed down his unkempt mustache. Salt prickles dangled off the ends of his naturally orange beard and intermingled to form white stripes throughout it.

"I want my blade!" Monett demanded swiftly.