The first person through the door wasn't the Fox Grove leader, but her bodyguard: Danny took point as he always did and led the way in, with the blonde following in his wake. He sized up the rest of the shattered store, his lips thinning even further when he saw how huge the chaplain was. Sepphy was small in her bodyguard's shadow, but the young man himself knew he was a stripling beside the tall biker, even seated on the counter as he was.
"We made it alright," Danny said. He looked around, mapping the interior space and marking the employee's only sign in the back, then settling himself a few feet behind his council president, arms crossed, standing where he could keep an eye on both the officer and the other two prospects in the room. He didn't like these odds, didn't like this setup, outnumbered by adults as they were, and wished they could've brought more people—but at the end of the day, there was one crutch they could lean on.
He hoped that even bloodthirsty criminal bikers would bat an eye at killing teenagers.
So he'd let Sepphy do her thing. The footballer settled into stillness, looking almost as if he were carved out of stone, content to stand at attention and watch what unfolded.