His phone vibrated. A text from a blocked number: The package is at the shipyard. Port 4. You have twenty minutes before the 'Drama' starts.
He stood up, dropped a five-dollar bill on the counter, and checked the weight of the Glock tucked into his waistband. 6.9 / 10 ActionDram...
"People always settle for the expected outcome," Elias said, adjusting his grip on the case. "Maybe it's time for a different ending." His phone vibrated
Elias was a "fixer" for the kind of people who didn’t exist on tax forms. He’d spent fifteen years in the gray zone, a career built on mid-level stakes and high-speed escapes. He wasn't the legendary assassin people whispered about; he was the guy you called when the legend messed up. You have twenty minutes before the 'Drama' starts
Before Elias could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed against the metal containers. He pulled the man behind the cover of a rusted crate just as a flurry of activity erupted at the end of the pier. Shadowy figures moved through the mist, closing in on their position.