The room was dark and silent despite the fact that there were six of us clustered there. I held tight to my AK-47 and then watched as the video started. What is it? I stared at the screen, my heart pounding, my palms sweating. Then I saw him, crouched in the recesses of what looked like a shallow cave. The camera zoomed in close to his face. I expected to see fear, the same fear that was gripping me, but instead I saw eyes filled with regret.
He looked to be 18 with a ragged red shirt and torn black jeans. He clutched a small book to his chest. I wondered if it was a Bible. A hand extended beneath the camera holding sometihng small and then it was tossed toward the boy. In an instant it spun like a firecracker filling the cramped space with light and then it exploded.
The video ended and I turned to the guys in the room with me.
“This is what happened to the last guy who betrayed us.”
My heart sunk. I couldn’t back out, but I didn’t think we would be able to pull of the bank robbery, I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t want to go to prison either.
What was I to do?