The room was a little chilly for anyone's pleasure. A small area near the basket in the room was lit. Rest everything was pitch black. A man in a black hoodie was waiting for his boss to arrive eagerly. He had a mask on covering half his face from his nose to his chin as he didn't want anyone to recognize him.
He kept rubbing his hands to keep them warm and in equal intervals kept checking his watch. It was 1 in the morning. He knew it was late, but he had to talk to his boss. It was about Journee.
The hooded man kept fidgeting and pacing and waiting. Suddenly he heard a gruff voice. He knew that was his boss's voice.
"Why did you call me here? Do you have any idea how many eyes are on me?"
"I had to ask one thing from you."
"What?" said the boss.
"Did you give the order to blast that house? Did you give the order to kill Sergeant?"
"Stay in your lane, Boy!"
