✿✿ Movie Scene ✿✿
Two lone figures stood, side by side in the night.
The slightly taller figure, dressed in his signature black suit, white shirt, and black tie while the other was in his dark leather jacket, pants, and white shirt.
"It's the last one," John said to his son, as both looked at the building in front of them.
"Yeah," Zenith said to his father, as he tapped his foot.
He thought of the events in the past month. It had been, to put it mildly, rather surreal. Pitting themselves against the High Table members was, seriously, an insane move.
Yet, it was the only move.
Having that bounty over their heads wouldn't give them any sense of peace. Previously, John kept on at it for he had the grudge and the anger of being betrayed. It was against the Code. He wouldn't back down and he had nothing to lose. Why should he just accept them trying to kill him?
Now, it was different.
Both had their own reasons to go against the High Table.
