William Wilde III - Staring at the barrel of the gun

William did not say a word to the driver, nevertheless the car started the movement in the airport direction.
“Will you’re scaring me. If you didn’t want to stay with me why did you make me come all the way long just to stay with you?”
“My dear, there are greater things moving around you that you are not aware of.”
“But why all this mystery?”
As Wilde fell in silence a door next to him opened revealing a little champagne bottle: Krug Grande Cuveé. Two flûtes where on the automatic table that popped up when the door opened. William poured champagne on both, but as Diane reached for the glass he stopped her.
“No dear, not now. Tonight you will not be drinking anymore.”
“So why the two glasses?”
“Diane, this night we will be commemorating something beautiful.”
“Ok, and what is the occasion?”
“A sunset, and a new dawn.”
She giggled.
“Oh you are so romantic Will. Are we going to watch the dawn in an hotel?”
“Dear, We will watch, but you, well, you will watch it as well, at least I hope so, and the dawn for you, well it will be beautiful if our ancestors were right.”
“What are you talking about Will? Your face is dark.”
“Nothing. Just mumbling words.”
“You are not the mumbling type. You are up to something.”
She grabbed his hand. It was so cold and it was not usual. She remembered the times were both were together. He was always hot and friendly. Not this frigid person.
“Tell me please.”
“You are close to know, just sit silent and appreciate the moment.”
Silence fell in the car. Only the muffled sound of the rain striking on the bullet proof steel structure of the limo and the tires pressing the rain out of the road could be heard.
Suddenly the car stopped. Through the windows you could see the Heathrow Airport entrance.
“Where are we going Will?”
“Well if you say we as in both of us, we are going nowhere. Eventually if you say both of us, me and Dimitry, well we are going to someplace else.”
“Wait, what are trying to say when you say that we are going nowhere? And who the hell is Dimitry?”
Just after she finished talking, the door of the limo opened and a big, blonde haired man with a dark suit entered in the back of the limousine, taking a seat in front of them:
“Hello Will. So is this the moment?”
“Hello Dimitry…”
“Wait who are you? And what moment are you talking about?” – interrupted her, clearly nervous, but Diane didn’t even have the time to finish the sentence. Will took her by the head and gave her a kiss like he used to. Suddenly Diane forget about everything and grasped his hair as his hands wandered her waist, but as suddenly as she forgot about the world, a silenced Makarov popped up from Dimitry right hand. She woke up from that dream with the cold steel on her forehead. The 9 mm gun was between her eyes.
William stood back getting up from his seat and sitting right next to Dimitry.
Diane was now in tears. She understood everything.
William turned on the TV by his left side. There you could watch the former United States president Russel Watson on a military parade live from Washington.
“Do you understand now Diane?”
“Yes, but why?”
“In greater evil there is good.”