"Linda??" Brian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes,your Linda," Andrew said, Andrew's eyes fixed intently on Brian, watching the anger burning in his eyes.

Andrew's expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to bore into Brian's soul. Brian felt a shiver run down his spine as Andrew laughed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"So, when am I getting my ammunition?" Andrew asked, his voice calm and collected.

Brian hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. "Tomorrow," he said finally, his voice barely audible.

Andrew's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, that's the spirit I love, you know the longer you take, the longer...