Chapter Sixty-Eight: My balls

"Harvey, don't be stupid. Come on, give me the gun" Pritchard stood just behind a twitchy fingered Harvey.

He had heard the development of events from fifty meters away, and had sprinted to help dissolve the situation. More importantly, he had come to help prevent his brother from making a mistake of ginormous magnitude. He was currently his only ally after all.

"Come on Harvey, you don't need to do this."

Harvey was sweating profusely as the overwhelming occasion was growing on him. His mind was conflicted, he had come with what seemed a sure thought process wherein his problems would be solved by getting rid of the imposter. Now he doubted his actions. He wondered whether he had been rushed in making his decision. Maybe it would have been better off had he sought to be concealed beneath the cover of darkness.