("It makes things harder, to be the side that plays by the rules, doesn't it, sir?")

The rolling echo of the waves, the tension of the faint drum roll, and the hushed waiting stillness surrounding them both-

"You've little concept of what justice is supposed to be." Softly.

("You just have to make the decision- and it is a very important, difficult one-")





Wellard's finger squeezes the trigger.