The guy was walking a little quicker now, but still very casually, he was trying to leave the tracks without being noticed. But see, the reason I saw him was because
he was on the tracks. How many times have you been around a station and there’s this great big huge honkin’ sign that says ‘vietato traversare’ or something similar. People are not generally supposed to be on the tracks.
I guess that’s part of the reason why I followed him. He didn’t see me until it was too late for him to do anything. But things didn’t go down as I had expected. Ma-aan. You scared the shit outta me. The package is where I said it’d be. Just go pick it up already. Leave me out of this.
Ok, so this guy thought I was his contact. Who was I to argue? I told him I wanted to verify the contents of the package, said it was part of the deal. The drop off point was an empty carriage - ok, now that was about as predictable as the sun rising. The guy poked around for a while and then took out a decent sized brown parcel.
I had a feeling that the contents would be as predictable as the rest of the events, and they were. White powder.
Yeah… this whole thing was turning into a very old, very used, cliché. It was just about time for me to wrap the whole thing with another well known… ending…
One carefully judged zat and the guy would be out cold long enough for the authorities to get there. Authorities… didn’t like ‘em, but that was the best option.
There were no cameras, no tapes...
Yeaaaah… time to head back. Brennan Mulwray
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