Ayse's Armed Escort

Ayse never pulled his knife back. It remained pointed at the goon manager with intrepid fingers, waiting for the jackass to give one reason to retaliate.

"... But I digress."

Exhaling slowly, Ayse returned to his leaned-back posture while twirling his dagger. "I never meant to learn about Baloo's past. Nor has Baloo asked me to do anything to you… 

"So be grateful that I'm savoring your sweet, sweet death for him to enjoy. Though I doubt Baloo can extract a sufficient amount of pain from your breathing carcass, you dying at Baloo's hand is the most satisfying end to overdue life."

...… Sc-sc-screeeech!

The next sound to enter the trailer was the eventual squeal of braking tires. It got the goons bouncing around. Fred braced himself and remained where he sat.