Darkness surrounded the men as they sat facing each other. One annoyed. One murderous. One failed someone he loved. One failed someone he so desperately wanted.
The plan had gone wrong.
So inconceivably wrong. It had been meticulously thought out. It had only taken one mishap and it had gone t**s up.
The brooding man grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured two glasses. Neither talked to the other. They had replayed the plan and talked though the events over and over again. They talked about it straight after, neither admitting they were wrong. One giving the other their account of what happened, leaving out snippets where it was appropriate, wanting to keep some of the events to themselves. Truth was neither trusted the other anymore. What they witnessed was cause for c
