Head Safehouse. Washington DC. USA.
"This is what you get when you don't stay on your lane. What you get when you think you own it all. What you get when you ain't satisfied. What you get when you don't see the reason to be best person everyone is expecting of you. Does that last line make sense?"
One of the twelve guys standing in the aisle of the safehouse said to who obviously was their leader. The fellow who was being addressed was wearing a wierd long face. He was all serious, as his eyebrows at intervals broke under the strength of the frown.
"No, remove the last line."
Another man said to the fellow who had asked a question.
They were all country men who were fighting for revolution. Not in the context of everyday revolution you hear. They had their own stance to maintain and the recent military ruler of America was their first target.
"Bring the book to me."