Fernando shook his head, the lines of his face hardening. "I just want to see her dead," he stated flatly, his eyes hard.
Ty studied him for a moment. "Oh, I see. Any reason why exactly?"
"I have them, and that's enough," Fernando replied curtly, his voice taut with unresolved anger.
Ty thought that over. "Well, how do you suppose you will do that if you're going to die trying to kill me?" He was looking for any crack in Fernando's resolve.
"I promise you won't be able to kill me," Ty asserted confidently. "Though we might both end up dying in the end."
As Ty finished his statement, he felt the truck come to a halt. The back of the truck slammed down, and a host of guards lined up outside, three on each side.
The guards made the moment feel tighter without saying a word.
The restraints snapped loose from the seats. A guard shouted for them to get off one at a time.
