The Rat's voice echoed ominously off the alley walls.
'Don't be scared. There's nothin' to be scared of...' Benji cursed under his breath. 'It's stupid to be scared... and I ain't neither.'
The worst that could happen... was dying.
People died all the time.
It was something every gangster-- every person born in the Realm accepted. Being scared of death all the time-- that wasn't any way to live. Sometimes, that could be the very thing that led to dying.
Benji had seen it. Dying in fear was an ugly death.
"Hey, Doan," The brave Rat reached up to shake the fat man's shoulder. "We gotta go. Mission's f*cked. Gods-damned everything is f*cked."
Benji narrowed his eyes as they slowly adjusted to his surroundings-- darker than sin.
Something was wrong.
It was Doan, alright. It had to be.
