docksatmidnight

$SKI Fog shrouded the docks. A single suitcase exchange. My contact’s eyes darted nervously. Suddenly, floodlights erupted. "Run!" he hissed. Gravel sprayed as tires squealed behind us. We dove behind crates, the laser sight painting a red dot on the wood beside my head. Not over yet.

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