Head of The Table

History’s fate

“Where are we?” one asked impatiently because this was not it, “Um… we are close.” he answered hesitantly, by the looks this was going south like way south. Was is it a wrong turn or did they go too straight… “F**k!” he cursed under his breath, this was his fault if he were serious about this mission instead of going lovey with his Romeo, they would not be surrounded by rusted tin can, old janitorial equipment, and a straight dead end. Tension built, they put their trust in him and he was leading them into deep shit than they got themselves in courtesy of him, Robert had taken charge of leading the way claiming he knew the prison and an old route abandoned which led to kitchen back where the next phase lay, but if his plan involved an old retirement home and a dead end then he his life was on the brick. Cobra was the most threatening because he was thirsty for both Robert and his mate’s blood claiming their sacrifice was necessary because they were more holding them back than pushing