Amelia
Seated on the chair is a man with a buzz cut and hazel eyes. Standing on either side of him are two young men who look like Trevor. His brothers, perhaps? The resemblance is remarkable. There are about eight of their men in this small office with us. It's cramped here, but that's the least of my worries.
This man doesn't stand as all six of us near the table. His message was received; it was loud and clear. He has no respect for either of them. "You wanted to talk?"
"Not talk, necessarily. No." Ethan says. "We've come in peace, Sebastian, but we're here to warn you. Abandon your childish notions and stop the shootings. Things could get ugly, and we don't want to go down that road." I'm stunned. I'm horrified. How can Ethan come in here and tell them something like this when the
