As I sit in the back of this van, I think to myself. My plan is near impossible. I have to have sheer luck for this to work. Without further thinking , I doze off in the van…

I wake up being thrown out of the truck. I am in a beautiful city, but I don’t know which. The seven of us a escorted to the capital building, and then, into a dark room. The lights turn on, and we realize were in a jail cell.

“Fuck” my friend said aloud.

“Looks like we have company” said my general, as we see John Willton himself walk over to us.

“Gentlemen. I have nothing to say. Your executioner will be with you shortly. I gathered a crowd outside to watch you die. Have a good day.” He said , as he walked away laughing.

None of us said anything. Those few minutes passed, and he came for us. We got up and followed him. We were brought outside, where a huge crowd of people came to watch us die.

My plan has already started.

And all is going perfectly.