Farmis: Juice and Justice

         "What do you mean there's no security? I see two guys right there. I could probably go over and join them in a threesome." Feng whispered into his earpiece. Dressed completely in black, he crouched behind a shrub, watching the impressive cement complex in front of him. "That one looks like he's really big. Not as big as you, Armis. He could probably kill me with his fist up my butt."
         Aramis, dressed in the same black attire, leaned forward in the car seat. The concrete tower was tall, and several catwalks twisted around the sides of the building, leading to multiple green metal doors. Two dark silhouettes stood on the second level catwalk, conversing. Each held something in their arms. "I don't think they'll need fists. Those look like rifles. Those would really hurt if they went up your butt."