The lamplight was out as the dark figure rested its elbows on the desk while leaning the head to its arms. The pounding on the door grew louder and louder, while the stubborn hinges tried as they might to keep the unwelcome party outside.
“Stall them.” said the figure at the desk, while motioning the surly man to guard the door.
“I hope you understand that once this day is over, my efforts to restore the town to it's proper status quo will be severely hampered.” continued the figure, as it finished sealing the envelopes. “-Therefore it is imperative that my associates get this message to continue without me…. They must continue the fight.”
The figure stood up and handed the envelopes to his messenger, who quickly placed them in her backpack.
“Boss…” started the messenger while trying to hold back the sobs in her voice “I would like you to know… that it was an honor serving you.”
At that moment, a large crash could be heard, followed by several gunshots.
“Go now!” ordered the figure and pointed his messenger towards the back door.
The surly man did his best to stall the men but didn't stand a chance against the superior number and was quickly overwhelmed. The villagers, lead by Salsa, walked into the dark room to find the still figure sitting on a chair; enjoying his last cigarette.
Ayesinback AKA Ron the Don's spirit lives on with his team.
Day 5 is over.
Night 5 has begun.