A start, an end, an indecision.

It was a dark, starless night and the last hint of light was slowly leaving as the moon tucked itself in behind the violet clouds. The entire landscape turned to black. Across the wide, vast, black terrain the silhouette of a small cliff thrust outward from the inexplicably flat ground.

On top of the cliff, the outline of what looked to be a man slowly formed in the night. He wasn't a particularly tall man, but through the rigid shadowing of his frame one could sense he wasn't a weak man either. A glint from his hip catches the last trickle of moonlight before it vanishes, so bright that it seemed to reflect out across the surrounding area, signaling to anyone in that barren wasteland that they were not alone.

A small dirt road led up the back of the lone cliff and off in the distance the sound of truck tires were conversing with the dust and stones littering the road as a small pickup truck navigated its way through the darkness with nothing but dim headlights looking out ahead.

The man on the cliff turns, but one could barely tell that a movement even occurred in the jet black night, as the truck struggles its way up the back road its dim headlights catch first the face of the man. He is a rugged man, nicks and scars litter his face like a minefield displaying his past in a dormant yet violent interpretation.

The truck pulls up and comes to a slow stop, and without word the man slowly makes his way to the vehicle, walking with a gait that insisted heavy wear and pain in his left knee. As he moved to the passenger side of the truck, the dull lights catch the outline of a small heap on the ground next to where the man was standing and the light reflects back from a pooling of dark liquid on the ground, but its still to dark to tell what the shadowy mound is.

A quiet click resounds out over the silent grumbling of the engine across the vast expanse as the man turns to the driver and nods. Without saying a word, the driver turns the truck around and just as he had carefully navigated the way up, he went down. As the lights crossed the heap for the last time, a glint reflected back in the same way light would reflect from sunglasses staring into the sun. It was at this very moment that the man and his driver realized what they were getting into, and the repercussions that would follow them across the dark night and into the hazy dawn that awaited them just over horizon.