The room was dim, lit only by the table lamp. The map sprawled across the oak table, pins and marks stabbing the key route through the city. Aaron leaned over, his jaw tightened. Ken stood opposite him with his arms folded, silent but sharp, eyes darting across the plan with military precision.
"We strike at dawn," Aaron muttered, dragging his fingers across the northern part of the building.
" Fernando won't expect an assault from that side. I know him. He's too arrogant for that." Aaron sneered.
When he thinks about the past, his heart twists in pain. He trusted that bastard. His parents did and now he betrayed them. He wouldn't be shocked if he found out he had killed his parents. And if that is to be the case, slow death would be easy. He would torture him and peel his skin off, then poke his eyes out. After that, he was going to remove his fingers one after the other. He'd keep him for a while, and Fernado would pray for death, but he wasn't going to kill him that fast.
" He doesn't know, we know. This is going to be easy. Too bad. However what about Amanda? " Ken exclaimed.
Aaron scoffed before saying;
" That bitch would get her turn. There is plenty of room for fun."
Ken's lips curved into a smirk. He was going to enjoy this and he knows it. He doesn't kill but he can make an exception on that.
" We might as well slit his throat with the new blade I bought recently"
The air was thick, humming with tension and vengeance. Every breath was calculated. For once two men's minds were aligned perfectly.
Just as Aaron placed the mark on the entrance, there was an aggressive knock on the door. Making them frown. They looked at each other.
" Enter" Ken barked.
The door creaked open and one of the guards stepped in. Eyes lowered, hands clenched nervously behind his back.
"S...sir", he hesitated.
" Speak! " Ken exclaimed.
" There.. there is news."He cleared his throat before continuing. " We found a body. It looked exactly like Amanda."
The room felt silent.
Ken turned to look at his friend. He wasn't moving. Aaron stared straight ahead. If it wasn't his body trembling from anger he'd have thought his friend was mourning her dead.
" I was supposed to kill her, not him" Aaron muttered
" We don't know if it was him, Aaron. It could be somebody else."
Aaron's fingers gripped the edge of the table before his knuckles whitened. Amanda was supposed to be killed with his own hands, not that bastard. He should have known. They were going to deal with Fernado. A man who would kill anyone in his way.
" But the real question is, why would he kill her in the first place," Ken asked no one in particular. His fingers rested on his chin to think.
"I need more information on what is going on. Don't get killed." Ken commanded