“Damn it Wendy… why did you have to make me do this?” Dan blurted. He was in deep shit now. “Why couldn’t you just follow orders?” Dan threw the empty bottle of Jack Daniels at the wall. He watched as it shatters, pieces of glass falling on a pile of photos. His gaze turned toward the photos. A picture of Debra was on top. He brushed off the glass flipped to the next photo, of Dita. A daring plan formed in his mind.
He quickly replaced the silver rounds in the clip of his desert eagle and holsters the gun. Looking over at his pack, he checked his supplies and threw in a couple more silver rounds. “I’ll be needing them if I’m going to get through this,” Dan thought. He pulls out a small silver switch blade from his pack and placed it in his right sleeve making sure his watch was tightened enough to hold it. “They’ll get a nasty surprise out of that one,” he grinned. With everything set, he shouldered the pack and made his way out.
Monitoring nearby, Vix watched as Dan made his way to his car. Her black eyes gleamed as she traced his steps. “So he’s on the move now, this can get quite interesting,” she smirked.
Throwing his pack into the passenger’s seat he took a breath of the cool air, hoping it’ll sober up him a little before heading on. Pausing for a moment, his thoughts turned toward Wendy. “This is for you, I’ll make sure they’ll all pay for what they’ve done,” clinching his fist. With a silent resolve, he embarks on his most important mission yet.
Shaking her head, Vix turns on a handheld G.P.S. device. This was all too predictable for her. Watching as the little blip trace one of the many pathways she set. Each path was marked by a different color, all of which lead to places she anticipated Dan would go to. Rolling down the tinted windows in her black mustang, her tan skin turned pale in the moonlight. She revs the car and made her way on the path marked Alpha.