In the shadow of a full moon, the center of the city of Aegon had been woefully quiet, but the most important conversation that night could be heard through the window of a shabby apartment, two men were arguing.
"So we're going to that party, aren't we?" said the first man.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," responded his timid friend.
"It's our only lead in months!"
"Yes, but it could be another fake lead."
"Following a fake lead is better than sitting here feeling sorry for yourself."
"You, of all people, should know that is not what is going through my mind right now."
"I understand, but he might be there, Marco."
Marco leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees, there was no way out of it.
"Fine. But, let me do the talking, people don't like you coming out and talking. You're an arrogant bastard and you will blow our cover."
"If I think of something, I'll say it!"
"Whatever, let's get dressed and go to this damned party."
"Vengeance will be ours, Marco. I will take him down no matter what."
Marco nodded.