As the sun set, darkness enveloped the alleyway, broken only by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp.
Ratface, leaned close to his companion and whispered, "Oi, Brutus, where the bloody hell are they? Gustavo and the lads should've been here ages ago."
Brutus, grunted softly. "Keep your voice down, you pillock. They'll be here."
"But what if somethin's gone wrong?" Ratface's voice took on a whining edge. "What if the Enforcers've got 'em? We could be next, mate. I've got a bad feelin' about this, I have."
"Don't be daft," Brutus growled, cuffing Ratface lightly on the back of the head. "Gustavo's too clever for that. They're just running late, is all. Probably stopped for a pint, the cheeky bastards."
Ratface rubbed his head, unconvinced. "I dunno, Brutus. It ain't like them to keep us waiting. What if-"
"I said shut it!" Brutus hissed, his meaty hand clamping over Ratface's mouth. "I think I hear something...."
