The cool air greeted his face, refreshing and to an extent, calming. He steadied himself and his breathing as they pulled up at the front of their destination. It was dark, evening. Isolated. That was the scary part. Who knew what could hide out here without being seen? Well, he knew, again to an extent. They wouldn't. They'd never see it coming. And worry and guilt began to set in again. Why him? He didn't even know what was in store, or for who. He only knew his part in it all, and whether that would result in success or failure, he didn't know. He saw all outcomes as failures. Nothing good could come from this. Could it?
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