Alas.
Steven looked at the performance of his subordinates and confirmed his decision again.
To win might mean death, and to lose might mean death, too; a temporary win could lead to a possible future death, while a temporary loss would make Achilles force him into a fight to the death—dying even faster.
He couldn't play this game in California, a stranger acting as a dog for Achilles.
"I need someone to be attacked with me, then we both get injured, gunshot wounds, I could even end up in the ICU."
Once this task is done, we can go back to Missouri, gentlemen. The waters in California are too deep, and I can't let everyone be trapped here."
You're one darker than the next, none of you take America's laws seriously, nor its system; what can I do?
I run!
Mr. Achilles, I am incapable of completing your task, let's leave it at that.
"What? Boss, are you joking?"
