Chapter 3: Retirement.
The sun had long since dived behind the horizon, casting a dark veil on Neo-Vatra. Such megacities didn't sleep through the night, however. One could say that their true form only appeared once the sky grew dark.
Gaspard's crew were already in position, waiting for Jerome Barberin to make an appearance. They split into three teams: Ricardo with Gaspard, Maria with Marcel, and Dante with Mattia. Though each team had their role to play, they all kept a certain distance from the drop point to avoid alerting the target.
The corpos were clearly trying to deal with the matter in secrecy. It is likely for that reason why they opted to hire a merc instead of using a normal delivery service, and the same went for why they chose a rundown warehouse in the outskirts as the drop point, in an area that was almost as dead as the desert outside the city walls.
"Still nothing?" Mattia asked.
[Yup.] Ricardo spoke over the crew's com channel. [This Jerome fellow sure lacks manners.]
The agreed time was fast approaching yet neither the deliverer nor the recipient had appeared so far. Being early wasn't a requirement in such deals, but being late was far from a good sign.
"What a pain..."
Mattia clicked his tongue for the umpteenth time. His finger rapped the steering wheel and the frown on his face spoke of his growing irritation. Dante sat beside him in silence, doing his best to ignore the nervousness gnawing at him. They had been parked under that crumbling bridge for a while now and that was starting to get to them, especially the older man.
"You think they changed the location?" Dante asked.