A man is sat in a bar quietly drinking. He sips at his neat scotch and frowns. Nothing wrong with the booze, he’s wondering where his life has gone so wrong. He’s been betrayed at every turn by those he has loved and trusted. The fact that they were murderers and gangsters has nothing to do with it. Betrayal hurts and as we all know a wounded animal lashes out.
Marwick takes a last sip of his drink and slams the glass down upon the table. They will pay for their sins, revenge is a dish best served bloody as hell. He stands and strides out of the bar and into the Spanish sunlight. There would be a reckoning.