Chapter 97
LINCOLN
I stood outside the old Warehouse, my eyes scanning the deserted alleyway. The only sound was that of the air, the moon shone brightly as if blessing us with enough light to get the people out of here. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time.
Where the hell is he?
I paced back and forth, worried he had been caught, that would be a disaster.
I stopped pacing when I saw him dressed in black, his face obscured by a mask. He emerged from the shadows, his movements fluid and deliberate.
"Delta Lincoln," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
I nodded, my eyes locked on the mask. “Did you get it?"
“Yes.” He held out a small key; I took it and slipped it into my pocket.
"Thank you, Prudent," I said, grateful he was here to help out.
“We are doing the
