The four assassins convened in the dining area of their hideout, their faces illuminated only by the faint glow of a single overhead light. They sat at a round table, their eyes fixed intently on Titus as he spoke.
"How do we go about this impossible mission?" Titus asked, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern.
The others remained silent, their expressions grim. They all knew that their previous failure had not gone unnoticed, and that their employer's wrath was likely to be severe.
"That devil must be angry with us for our failed mission," Titus continued, his eyes scanning the faces of his comrades. "Hence the reason why he's planning to send us to our death."
“Why don't we run away? He wouldn't be able to find us if we were to escape to another country. Please, I don
