Our food arrives just in time, I was certain the white table cloth was going to turn red soon. They couldn’t agree on anything. Not on any plans, not on how to do it, when to do it, who should be involved.
They were like two boys having a pissing contest.
I pour another glass of wine and top up Eleanor’s glass before digging into the food on my plate. I was hungry, starved actually and it looked and smelled amazing.
“You’ll just kill us all,” Kingston hisses.
Hunter grips the knife at the side of his plate, “You want to end it, we do it this way otherwise we will all end up fucking dead.”
“We don’t need to involve the whole fucking world,” Kingston claps back, stabbing his fork into a potato.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Hunter’s plan was good, I didn’t like the idea of it, but it was good. Whether it worked was a different matter, Kingston’s plan was just like always, shoot first, ask questions later.
“We need the resources.” Hunter releases the knife in favor of his fork.
He scoops up some mashed potato and slides it into his mouth, moaning in approval at the flavor. “This is good,” he says to me, “Eat, Snow.”
“So, how do I help?” All eyes turn to Eleanor.
“No. Absolutely not.” Kingston growls.
She glowers at him.
I grin.
“The girls,” Hunter says, “They’ll need a few people waiting for them.”
“Absolutely not!” Kingston shouts, “You’re leaving the city for a few days when this goes down.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Eleanor snaps back.
He stares at her. I only grin wider.
“We can set up a base for the girls to be transported back to,” Hunter continues, “Have people ready there and then they can be sent to the hospital.”
“Stop it,” Kingston says to Hunter.
“Kingston, you can’t always be in control,” I say.
“You want to do it your way, fine,” he snaps, “But you keep her out of it.”
“She is out of it,” Hunter casually eats his food, purposely winding Kingston up, I knew he was, “she’s not going to be there, and we need her help here regardless. Where are those girls supposed to go or do we kill them all at the same time?”
“You’re fucking sick,” Kingston stands abruptly. “We’re leaving, Eleanor.”
“You’re being an ass.” Eleanor crosses her arms.
“She’s right.” I agree.
Hunter lays his cutlery on the plate, looking up to where Kingston stands, “I’ll tell you what, Kingston, how about you sit this one out and I’ll just use Eleanor.”
I sag into my chair. Here we go.
A moment later plates shatter to the floor, food thrown across the table and Kingston straddling Hunter, throwing punches against his face.
“Stay back, Eleanor,” I tell her, looking over to where she’s stood, attempting to get involved, “I’ll sort this out.”