Day of Reckoning
A fleet of cars sliced through the darkness of the night, their headlights piercing the thick veil of blackness that shrouded the lone road. Don Ralph, sat in the backseat with his eyes shut, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. He needed this mission to go smoothly; it was his chance to finally save Elle. Everything had to go perfectly.
With his eyes closed, Ralph visualized the scenario, playing out each step in his mind. He could feel the weights of the mission pressing on his shoulders, knowing that their success or failure of this operation depended on his decisions. His guts, were his guiding light, he believed in them with unwavering conviction.
Suddenly, Jack, who sat in the front seat, broke the silence. "Boss, we're almost at the meet point," he announced, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere in the car.