A knock on the door sounded, indicating the time had come. He glanced at his gleaming wristwatch and saw the time was seven pm. Exactly the time Lucas Nicholas and he agreed to go.
He rose from the single sofa. Before he headed to the door he grabbed his leather gloves on top of the glass table, and slid them on his fingers.
He took a deep breath before he reached for the knob and pulled the door open. His best friend was standing outside the door. He stood straight, legs slightly apart, and arms folded on his chest. He wore a mask of a paper-blank expression.
Lucas Nicholas wore a fitted black long sleeve and denim jeans with the same color. "You ready?" He asked, extending his gloved fingers as he handed him the gun.
"More than you are." He replied as he took the weapon from his friend's grasp. He sheathed the gun on the holster in his hip.
Together they marched outside the house in silence.
