The city was still bleeding rain, a relentless downpour that seemed to wash away the grime but only succeeded in making everything slick and miserable.
Cain lit his third cigarette of the hour, the flame momentarily illuminating his face, highlighting the weariness etched into his features. He leaned against a crumbling concrete wall under a dead neon sign, the rusted metal groaning in the wind, smoke curling around his jaw like a second shadow, a constant companion in his lonely existence.
The HUD blinked alive in his mind again, its cold, clinical interface a stark contrast to the chaotic reality around him.
[SUBMIT DRIVE AT SECURE LOCATION. 02:00 HOURS. ADDRESS ATTACHED.]
He took another drag of the cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he considered the message. "Secure location," he m
