Conversation · Kortenaer

"You think I care what that company cunt thinks?" He laughs. It's a hollow laughter.

He isn't just boasting. He really doesn't care. Back out of this now or it'll get bad.

"Wild Pines is not going to forgive you massacring a bunch on innocent people."

The man stares at you with bloodshot eyes, a bull ready to charge -- he's not listening, but looking for an opening...

Now is NOT a good time to strike. He's looking right at your hands. Do something else, get him distracted...

"Okay. Let me just say one thing..." (Change the topic.)

"Fucking waste this fuck!" The woman squawks.

Ignore her. She's not the main threat yet.

"She is going to be mad when she hears about this."

"She's fucking GONE!" The shout echoes back from the Whirling windows. "She fucking sailed off! You're alone."

"Stay cool," Titus shouts to his men in the background. "How is she?"

"I'll be okay... I'll be..." She puts her bloody hand on her heart and starts shaking.

"She'll be gone soon too. Company bitch is gone, Lely's gone. Fuck are we still doing in this shithole?" He looks around, tired suddenly -- sad even.

"Guys, I, uh..." The little guy breaks formation. "I'd just get in the way. I don't even have a gun."

"Hold your ground.“ Titus turns to his men as the other one runs to the yard. "Any more of you run I'll shoot you myself. We're doing this -- together."

They're afraid. All of them. Trembling reeds in the wind. They'll run, scatter, soon. One by one.

No. The rest will stay. They will hold their ground. Even if it means dying here -- with you.

They're huddled close, in a formation. Steel. The rest will stay. Even if it means dying here -- with him.

"Stay cool, don't do anything stupid," Titus shouts to his men in the background.

"The company bitch is gone. Lely's gone. Fuck are we still doing in this shithole?" He looks around, tired suddenly -- sad even.

"What if I just call her now, huh?" (Raise your voice).

"She's gone, you stupid fuck." He points to the sea. "Sailed off five minutes ago. She doesn't give a shit about you silos. You're alone."

As you look to the bay you see a small green sail on the horizon -- by the crumbling seafort -- growing smaller...

"We're working together. She knew you're out of control. She told me."

"She's gone, you stupid fuck." He points to the sea. "Sailed off -- five minutes ago. She doesn't give a shit about you silos..."