|Defining The Lines
||[Oct. 5th, 2006|10:05 pm]
It’s late at night, most of the inhabitants in the capital city are wrapped up in their beds sleeping and dreaming of the next morning.
The men inside of the darkened room aren’t like everyone else, they feel like they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and troubled waters have led them to this.
It’s a whispered conversation, like they’re sharing the biggest secret and they’re afraid to talk any louder in case it gets out. It’s finally come to this, they’ve no choice but it isn’t like they’d choose another way because a threat to the country is still a threat even if it comes from within state lines.
He doesn’t know and he won’t, not if they have their way and they do this right.
“Go ahead,” A man dressed in a crisp suit and a wrinkled brow, furrowed with lines of tension, mutters to the military presence in the corner of the room.
The man in blues and whites just nods his head and takes his leave, the door opens and closes and the click is the last sound to be made in the room.
Decision made, for better or worse.