Take down Marcus

The large, dusty warehouse reverberated with the voices of Magnus and Maxwell as they drew out plots on how to take down their common enemy, Marcus.

He had become such a thorn in their flesh that they simply could not wait for him to be brought down or torn down like a piece of clothing.

The two men stood, facing each other, surrounded by their heavily guarded men, they dissected possible options in how to destroy Marcus.

“His guts eats me up daily,” Magnus sneered, throwing a furious glance at Maxwell.

“You know I feel worse! He just wants to prove that his family is the richest and most influential at all times, like we all need to worship the ground he walks on.”

Magnus sipped his spirit and shook his head.

“We really should not have let him go weeks back when we had the perfect opportunity to end his game by taking his life, you know.” His voice was deep with regrets.

“I still think we did the right thing, Magnus. He just stepped into the limelight and any foul play would have lef