Rain lashed the surface of the car park as Dustin Goolsby walked towards a dark car. He opened the passenger door and got in. There were two men inside.
"I trust you have a good reason for dragging us out here at this time of night" the driver asked.
"As always…I have a job for you"
"Ah…music to my ears" the man said gleefully
Dustin took a handful of papers out of his bag and began handing them to the man.
"Finn Hudson…Noah Puckerman…Artie Abrams...Quinn Fabray…Tina Cohen-Chang…Brittany Pierce".
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want them gone you understand?"
"Why would…"
"Don't ask me questions" he said bluntly "And you" he said addressing the man in the back.
"I need you to handle the others…Mike Chang…Lauren Zizes…Mercedes Jones…Sam Evans and Santana Lopez"
"Got it" the man replied.
"I do not care how many others must die, just ensure that you both stay strictly to the six I have assigned each of you"
"Got it" the two replied in unison.
"I need it to look like a coincidence that all twelve of these kids died in the incident. You will both use completely different guns and bullets and make this look like an amateur's work and DO NOT! Get caught"
He got out the car and walked of into the night.