Brian stares at himself in the mirror. I can do this he told himself. “You’re shitting yourself if you think this will work,” Steele comments. “Shut up,” Brian replies calmly as he picks up the gun and inspects it in his hands. He never held a gun before; it was rather intimidating. “This is ridiculous,” Bowron announces with frustration, “And we can get in a lot of trouble for not notifying the proper authorities.” “You can notify them after I get word that no one will be trying to kill Justin and Molly,” Brian scoffs. He puts the gun in its holster and looks back at his reflection in the mirror. “What if this is a trap?” Carl asks. He was having second, third and fourth thoughts about this. “I have a wire on me. You’ll know it’s a trap and then you’ll move to plan B, which is calling the damn authorities, since I’ll probably be dead.” Brian answers with a smirk. Funny how talking about your own death was much easier than talking about your lover’s. “So I assume you’ll need a ride?” Morris asks. Brian shakes his head, “No, I’ll take Carl’s rental.” “You’re insane; you do realize that, right?” Bowron asks with a smirk. Carl laughs, “Nah, he’s just in love!” Brian shakes his head, “Shut up.” “Aw, the things one does for love,” Steel quips in with a chuckle. “What part of shut up don’t you people get?” Brian asks as he sits down at the table to review the names and address of the hit. Sighing, he takes out a small knife and checks the blade before putting it back in his pocket. Carl checks his watch, “We have a few more hours before sunset. It’ll take us two hours to get to the house. So we have an hour or so to kill… no pun intended.” Brian rolls his eyes and wonders if there was anyway to do this alone. Unfortunately, there wasn’t.