After they had finished with the guy in the basement of The Queen of Hearts - Eddie, Vincent and Phillip threw the rat bastard into the back of Eddie's car and drove him down to the pier. It was almost 3 am now and there wasn't too many people outside at the moment. Excellent time for a murder.

They came to a complete halt down by the docks, and each man got out of the car. A few minutes go by, and the trunk gets pulled open and the guy dragged out. They didn't even bother to tie him up no more, cause they were gonna end up killing him anyway. No matter what happened, the guy was gonna die. It was without a doubt.

So there they all was. The trio and the dead man at the end of one of the boat docks. The guy was on his knees facing the water, while Eddie had a gun to the back of his head.

"So you ain't gonna talk huh? Alright, how'd you like to take a nap with the sharks? You want to happen, cocksucker?"

The guy remains ever silent and doesn't look like he's gonna break anytime soon.

"TALK MOTHERFUCKER!"

Eddie was at his wits end by now. He's ready to pull the trigger when he remembers a conversation that he had with the guy a few weeks back. He remembers that he had a fear of being buried alive and that's when Eddie knew what to do.

He start pulling him back towards the car, the other two guys followed suit. Vincent picked him up and threw him into the trunk again. When he slams it shut, he asks what the plan is.

"Get the shovels. This fucker is gonna talk one way or another. It's going to fucking happen."

Eddie slicks back his hair to start calming himself down then he gets into the drivers seat and waits on the other two getting in with him. When everyone was where they should be, Eddie drives them off in the direction of the woods; up in the sticks.

The night was beginning to press on now, and as the car came to a halt, Eddie looks over at Vincent.

"Alright, let's bury this guy for the night. See if he'll talk again in the morning."