Noticing that their destination had suddenly changed, all the men gulped.
The leader leaned forward, speaking to the coachman in a hushed voice.
He asked,
"Um, isn't the main building the other way?"
The driver replied, his tone devoid of any inflection.
"It is."
A bout of silence followed. The tension thickened.
He asked again, his voice slightly more urgent this time.
"A-aren't we supposed to head to the main building?"
There was no response.
He didn't press the issue. Instead, he slowly turned back to his companions, a look of mild panic creeping onto his face.
"What do we do?"
He whispered.
"They're gonna kill us."
Someone immediately muttered under his breath, voice tight and low.
"Goddammit, I knew we shouldn't have come."
Though he was exclaiming, his words barely registered beyond the interior of the vehicle.
Another man, the one with his hair slicked back with far too much gel, cut in sharply.
"Calm down, you fools."
"Fools?"
