Luck leaned against the railing, studying the group below. With most of his face hidden behind a balaclava and goggles, he came off more intimidating which was what he wanted.
For a few minutes, silence hung awkwardly between the two groups. Then the blonde-haired kid at the front—likely their leader—stepped forward.
"Good morning, Sir."
"State your business," Luck's voice carried an edge of authority.
The blonde boy bowed—an actual bow, stiff and formal.
"We seek shelter. We heard this place was safe." He straightened, squinting up at the sky as if expecting a sniper round at any moment.
"We'll work. Clean. Guard the gate. Whatever needs doing."
Luck didn't answer right away. He studied them first. They looked young—and unlike the last group, none of them had that wild, unhinged look in their eyes.
Especially the girls, who couldn't even hold his gaze. All of them looked scared. If his guess was right, these kids were couples—or at least close to it.
