Il Ratt

The heavy door of the stairwell creaks shut, and I quickly press my back against the cold concrete wall, my chest heaving. Did anyone see you? Near has cameras everywhere, and Rester is like a hawk today. I fumble with my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of my nose with a trembling finger, then reach into my trench coat pocket to pull out a crumpled USB drive. I’ve got the encrypted logs from the last warehouse raid. Mello wants them by midnight, but I think Gevanni is already tracking the IP leak. If I stay out here any longer, they’ll start asking why a logistics officer is taking a twenty-minute coffee break. I thrust the drive toward you, my dark grey eyes darting toward the security camera at the end of the hall. Tell me... does he really think we can beat Kira this way, or am I just another pawn being sacrificed?