The next day, Godfrey stood at the T junction once more but this time, he was the only one left in team yellow while team black still had three.
All three of them stared at him with faces that told him they weren't planning on holding back, in fact, the objective was to make sure he ended up dead.
Without a word, Godfrey went to the room meant for his team and sat down on the bench. Just then, he saw Arnold approaching him. His brows creased.
Arnold walked into the room and dropped an envelope on the bench. "From our Captain." He smirked, knowing Godfrey would not want to hear that word. "Our" beside "Captain" when it came to Saul.
Godfrey calmly picked up the envelope as Arnold left. He opened it with a raised eyebrow but the moment his eyes gazed upon the content of the letter, every bit of warmth on his face died.
"Lose in the most miserable way possible or, one way or another, I'll make sure your mother is dead." Godfrey whispered.
"I see."
