The night outside was dark. Darker than any he had experienced before. Determined ensure that nothing went wrong, Ashton went over the plan several times, for missing a detail even a minute one would prove catastrophic to both he and Samira. It felt odd for him crouching under the couple’s marital bed in the master bedroom on the upper floor of the building waiting for her to give the signal for the commencement of the operation to dispatch Aquila to his ancestors. Except for his breathing and faint sound of television coming from downstairs the place was as quiet as a graveyard. On a normal night, at this hour, one could always hear the sounds of the many creatures that had found abode in this sprawling gift of nature. The silence was ominous. He had a creepy feeling that this plan may no
