The room was filled with weapons, a veritable arsenal. Castor, ever the showman, casually reached for a gun, his nonchalance drawing gasps of awe from the gathered crowd. Their eyes widened as they took in the sheer number of weapons, from hand pistols to rifles, all gleaming under the dim lighting.
"Wow, Daniel, you didn't tell me this place was so secure!" Tina exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She immediately reached for a hand pistol, her choice a testament to her preference for the familiar. Tina was one of those people who, despite the abundance of weaponry, gravitated towards what she knew best. She might not have been familiar with the more intricate weapons, but she was a master of the hand pistol. She could use it with deadly precision, capable of taking down more than her share of enemies.
With a practiced flick of her wrist, Tina loaded the pistol and pointed it at Daniel, a mischievous glint in her eye. He watched her, a hint of amusement in his own gaze. Everyone else had already chosen their weapons, and now it was Daniel's turn. He strode towards a rack, his movements confident and sure.
Castor's choice of weapon was no surprise. He'd been a criminal for years, a master of the gun. He knew exactly what he needed for this mission, and with practiced ease, he selected a weapon that felt like an extension of himself. He was a Deadshot, a man whose aim was legendary. One shot, one kill.
Anita, like Tina, opted for a hand pistol. Criminals, by their nature, were adaptable, able to use any weapon at their disposal. Castor, with his years of experience, was no exception. He could wield any weapon with deadly precision, a fact that was both reassuring and terrifying.
As the group prepared for their mission, Daniel noticed one of them attempting to pocket a grenade and a bomb. He quickly intervened, reminding them that their objective was simply to steal food, not engage in a full-blown war. They would need the heavier weapons for the real fight, the one against the evil rich men who had fortified their headquarters in the city. That was where the real danger lay, and that was where they would need every advantage. Daniel knew that they wouldn't win without the grenades, but he also knew that they were better off saving them for the right moment. He wouldn't allow anyone to waste them on a simple food heist.
"Hey!" Daniel barked, his voice sharp and commanding. The man, caught red-handed trying to stash the grenade, knew instantly that Daniel was addressing him. He met Daniel's gaze, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. The rest of the group turned to see what the commotion was about, their curiosity piqued. Daniel, with a pointed shake of his head, signaled the man to put the grenade back.
"I don't think we'll need that," Daniel said, his tone firm. The man, however, was stubborn. He ignored Daniel's warning, shoving the grenade into his pocket and then grabbing his gun, his eyes fixed on Daniel, daring him to do something.
"I know it might not seem important now, but trust me, we might need it in case of an emergency," 
"I'm not saying that you are not right but things might go rough, and unexpectedly the way we don't expect, having grenade with us is very important but trust me you will think that I'm wrong but you will see for yourself, You haven't been to a heist before boy, these are some of our tricks and strategies to encounter any opponent first" The man argued, his voice laced with a touch of arrogance. Daniel looked around the room, noticing the curious stares of the others. They were all watching, waiting to see what he would do. He hated the smug look on the man's face, the way he was acting as if he knew better.
With a sigh, Daniel holstered his gun and, with a controlled anger, strode towards the man. "I said keep it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "It's a simple order. No need to question it." With that, he delivered a swift punch to the man's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor, his mouth bleeding.
The man, despite the force of Daniel's punch, was still breathing. He was tough, able to withstand a blow that would have sent most men reeling. But the impact had taken its toll. His teeth were scattered across the floor, a testament to the power behind Daniel's fist.
Daniel, fueled by anger, was ready to deliver another blow, but Tina intervened, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. "Daniel, please, stop!" she pleaded, her voice laced with concern. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he fought to control his rage. He stepped back, taking a deep breath, realizing that he had gone too far. The stares of the others were judging, their silence deafening. He knew he had overstepped his bounds, that he had crossed a line.
"Keep the grenade!" Tina shouted to the man, her voice ringing with authority. The man, however, was still seething. He wasn't going to give up the grenade easily, not after the brutal beating he had just received. He had every right to be angry, to hold onto the grenade as a symbol of his defiance.
"I don't understand why it's such a big deal to you," Tina said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Look around, no one else is carrying a grenade. Keep it if you want, leave if you want, but don't disrupt this mission. Just keep the grenade and let's move on." She was exasperated. This man, with his stubborn insistence on holding onto the grenade, was threatening to derail their carefully planned operation.
The team was on edge. Daniel knew the enemy loved to sow discord, using one person against another to break them apart. He was worried they were falling for it and this comes the guy they might be trying to use. If they split up, the authorities would hunt them down one by one, and there was no guarantee he'd survive.
So why the guy was still stubbornly looking at Tina for a while with anger, he pulled a grenade from his pocket and tossed it aside. He grabbed his gun and stormed out of the underground. His brother, looking equally furious, followed close behind. It was clear they were angry at Daniel.
The rest of the team watched, their faces grim. They weren't happy with Daniel's actions, but they weren't going to abandon him. Daniel, his gaze locked on Castor, raised his gun.
And since all this ones are still with him, he has to make one thing clear for them.
"We're heading to the city. I'm in charge. My orders are absolute. I'm the only one who knows how to survive out here. I didn't interfere with Castor at the prison because he has a better idea and experience in there than me"
"What am I saying? I know how to get us through this."
"If you want to live, you follow my lead. You obey me. I've lived out here alone, and I've never been caught or killed. Disobey me, and you'll be taking your chances. Now, let's go get some food."
With that, Daniel marched out of the underground, the rest of the team following behind.