User:Fairly7Local/what2

"The plan is to wait until he comes back to the house, then shoot him."

"So we wait until he comes?" You glanced at the time. It was already 11.35 P.M.

"He gets home late every night. Can only guess what that bastard is doing," she spat. "Around 2 A.M. There's usually nobody around at that time. That's when we strike, and if you dare try to ruin it by making a run for it, or calling for help. If you do, I will make you suffer before you blow up, I swear. You hear me?"

I hear ya.

*nod*