The night was unusually dark, and the rain was relentless. Silas pressed his back against the cold brick of a narrow alleyway, his breath visible in the freezing air.
Silas was a professional courier who operated under a strict, self-imposed rule: . For twenty years, he had transported everything from corporate espionage flash drives to rare, blood-stained artifacts across the rain-slicked streets of New City. Bag zip
The brass teeth groaned under the strain. Silas watched in horror as the metal began to bend. If the zipper gave way, the ledger would be exposed, and his reputation—and likely his life—would be over. But the Bag Zip held. The night was unusually dark, and the rain was relentless
Using the operative's momentary distraction, Silas drove his elbow into the man's ribs. The operative gasped, losing his grip on the bag. For twenty years, he had transported everything from
A hand-delivered ledger belonging to the city's most ruthless syndicate leader.