Colt Cain (completed)

Prologue

A light flickered on, shining front and centre onto a whiteboard, layered in sheets of paper and rough notes. Five men entered an almost empty room, one taking the only seat by the midpoint table. The alpha male reaffirmed his place as the head by standing near the whiteboard, whilst the eldest of one brother kept the youngest in check by his side. The fourth and most intelligible man of the group paced up and down the width of the whiteboard. He spoke through their plan, repeating important details with exaggerated hand expressions. Added on, small bits of info that came out as jokes in which three of the other four would chuckle and laugh at with each other, mostly the younger brother. Once done, the second-tallest, the alpha, gave him a small applause and joined him at the board. "Boys, I think it's fair to say it's looking pretty good for us. Jack, ensure the vehicle is fully prepped and loaded - no mistakes." On command, the eldest brother dissolved his firm cool-guy stance and left the room. The leader then turned to his taller comrade, "Double-check the schedule. Tell our business partner not to worry." He tapped his nose twice suggestively, and the two exchanged a manly hug.
  Then, the younger brother leapt into scene, his entire being twitching and flailing loosely in excitement like a junkie, "c'mon, boss, what have you got for me?"
  "You, Jason, can calm yourself. Don't want you getting to excited and blowing it like last time, hm?"
  The brother's shoulders dropped whilst his hand came up to clean his forehead of moppy mud hair. "The hell, Mark? I can get by on one job, I'm not some amateur!" His body seemed violently irritable as did his chubbed, square-face shake as he spat out words.
  "Course not! But we need you to just calm down. Be more chill!" Mark's alpha state clearly worked in putting the chipper, young hot head in his place without causing fuss, talking down to him like a child. Jason had accepted defeat, but certainly wasn't happy with it.

And so analyzed by the mysterious fifth man who watched as the bratty kid brother stormed off, stopping to flip him off before slamming the door. The man chuckled through a motorcycle helmet and tilted his head like a curious critter. Mark sighed and slapped his own jeans, attracting all his attention. "Do you have to provoke him like that?"
  "I find the cocky ones funny. It always ends the same." Sadistically replied the indescribable one.
  "You were hired to work, not to mock; a word?" The fifth man removed himself from his seat, exiting the shadows cinematically and standing at the board, almost confrontationally. "Regarding tomorrow, I would greatly prefer you work without music playing."
  In response to a simple request, the room stood still. The responder took a black leather gloved hand to his jet-black helmet and pressed the ear, pausing the audio playing to him in the headphones built into his helmet, "Why?" He finally spoke, dryly.
  "Simply put, I don't trust the distraction." Contrast to Jason, Mark seemed to take a more cautious tone with his leather jacketed colleague - there was a deathly aura circling him, whether intentional or not.
  "If it'll get me paid, I'll work without."
  "Great!" Mark over-exclaimed, instantly bringing his energetic tone right back, "We'll be ready, make sure you are."
  "I'm always ready, Mister Dwayne."
  "Glad to hear... and Mister Cain?"
  Just before leaving the room, the unpredictable man reared his mirrored visor to show Mark his own vulnerability. "Yes?"
  Somewhat antagonized by the discreet stunt to make him feel weaker, Mark pleaded to him from the whiteboard. "Try not to kill anyone."

Cain was still for a minute, taking in his wish. Next, he nodded. Then, he left in silence.