(Third Person's POV)
The time was 2:00am
The time of the night when almost every normal person was asleep.
The city lights flowed faintly in the distance, but out here there was nothing but darkness, wind and the creepy sounds of insects hidden somewhere between the tall grass.
A long dusty road cut through the open land like a giant scar.
Two exotic cars were parked on either sides of the clearing with their headlights off and engines silenced.
Two men stood by one of the cars.
None of them seemed interested in starting a conversation, but both were obviously deep in their own thoughts.
One thing was obvious, they were both pissed.
"We have been waiting for ten fucking minutes!" One finally snapped. "You said it was urgent!" His voice carried irritation.
The other man simply looked at him and removed his face.
"It is urgent." He simply said.
"Then why not start talking?" He asked, impatience written all over his handsome face.
"Not yet." His companion replied.
