At that moment they didn't know what to do anymore.
Nobody did, It was like time froze inside the warehouse. The thick air of mockery and violence had turned into pure fear and regret.
The men who once shouted threats and promises of torture now stood still like statues carved by their own stupidity. A few looked around, as if searching for an exit that wasn't there. Others avoided each other's eyes, as if hoping someone else would take responsibility for the disaster they'd just invited.
Daniel was the first to break, he dropped his gun like it had turned molten in his hands.
The metal clanged against the concrete floor, echoing louder than any gunshot he'd fired earlier. His knees gave out a second later, and he collapsed with a dull thud, hands shaking, breath shallow.
His mask was still on, but it was useless now.
Everybody already knew—he was the fool who had planned this.
He knelt there, unmoving, like he was awaiting judgment from something far greater than himself.
