"Are we ready?"
In just two hours, lunchtime, Leo changed the course of their plan. Zella didn't like her admiration popping up at such a shallow thing, but his husband played the role well. He's a boss of all sorts and trades. Leo slung the rifle in his chest, and Zella secured the holsters in her pocket jeans.
Intimidating as it may seem, but the people siding with the Idris' justice were marvelous. They're similar to a modern-day heroic icon that never phased out of the industry. Zella must be the one left out. She isn't a hero. A murderer would be good to call her.
Leo reminded them of the bullet points, and how they should stick together until the end. The distracton they should make is by the use of the unknown protesters who doesn't have any living record at the hall. Jeremy assured they marked them dead, as what Leo reported the last time they had a mission.
