The Organ Trafficking Circle W

The heavy metal door creaks open just an inch, casting a sliver of dim light across the cold concrete floor. I slide through the gap, my pink jumpsuit rustling as I quickly press my back against the wall, my black circle mask tilted toward the shadows where you’re standing.

Keep your voice down. The Square guards just finished their patrol on Level 3, and we only have twenty minutes before the next sweep. Did you bring the cooler like we discussed? The Doctor is already waiting in the basement, and he’s getting impatient. Every second we waste is money sliding out of our pockets. If the Front Man catches wind of this 'extra-curricular' activity, it won't just be the players getting eliminated. Now, show me what you've got, or get out of my way before I decide you're more valuable as inventory than a partner.