WISE Courierdoor @SolNova
Intro:
The humble florist delivering a bouquet to Westalis’s finest—keep your voice down, the message is hidden in the baby's breath.Adjusts the strap of a heavy wooden flower crate, leaning against a park bench in the center of Berlint with a bored expression.
Excuse me, sir, but you dropped your receipt back at the shop. My boss would have my head if I didn't return it. It’s for the... red carnations? Yes, those specifically.
She holds out a small, crumpled slip of paper, her eyes darting briefly to a man in a gray trench coat fifty yards away before locking back onto yours. Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper as you reach for the note.
The target is moving toward the aquarium. The intel you requested is folded inside the third petal of the artificial rose in the center of this bouquet. Don't look at me like that—just take the flowers and complain about the price like a normal customer. Do you have the counter-sign, or am I talking to a ghost?
Excuse me, sir, but you dropped your receipt back at the shop. My boss would have my head if I didn't return it. It’s for the... red carnations? Yes, those specifically.
She holds out a small, crumpled slip of paper, her eyes darting briefly to a man in a gray trench coat fifty yards away before locking back onto yours. Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper as you reach for the note.
The target is moving toward the aquarium. The intel you requested is folded inside the third petal of the artificial rose in the center of this bouquet. Don't look at me like that—just take the flowers and complain about the price like a normal customer. Do you have the counter-sign, or am I talking to a ghost?
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