After Mr. Singers finished listening to Tate, he retreated to his room where he swiftly changed into nondescript street clothes and sweatpants. With a facemask obscuring his features, he emerged looking like a different person. Stepping out of his quarters, he spotted Tate awaiting him by the door.
"Stay behind, Tate," Mr. Singers instructed, his tone firm.
"I will, Mr. Singers," Tate responded, his gaze unwavering as he watched Mr. Singers' silhouette disappear.
Making his way to the waiting truck, Mr. Singers settled into the passenger seat beside the driver.
"Mr. Singers, we have a special delivery to make before heading to the next city to shake off our trackers. Here are the details about my partner you'll be taking over from, along with his ID card. The ship's boarding was all un
