"Why the hell did you guys call me here again?!" Walter yelled as he barged Into Vince's apartment, visibly furious. "It hasn't even been an hour since I left this place–"
He stopped short when he noticed the dismal mood in the room. Everyone was quiet, as if they were in a mourning session.
Kiera, especially, leaned back in a chair with her arms folded. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying for too long and her hair and clothes were all disheveled as if she had just been separated from a fight with someone.
Outside the glass windows, the red rays of the sun were starting to peek through the clouds. Daylight had already come.
Walter faltered. "What–what happened in here? Did someone die?"
Coyle sighed and scratched the top of his head. "We need to revise our plan."
Walter looked around questionably. "Why?"
"Ava… was involved in an accident." Vince added. "She won't be able to participate."
"The hell?! We just left this place not long ago so how–"
