The Rendezvous and the Shadow of the Past
The call came late at night, a coded message instructing us to meet at a remote location. We drove to the rendezvous point, a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of a sprawling industrial park.
We entered the warehouse, our movements cautious, our eyes scanning the shadows. We found a group of men waiting for us, their faces hard, their eyes cold. They were Alessandro's network, a clandestine organization that operated in the shadows, their loyalty unwavering.
They provided us with new identities, new passports, a new car. They gave us a safe house, a secluded cabin nestled deep within the mountains. They warned us that we were being watched, that the police were closing in.
We drove to the safe house, our movements cautious, our senses on high
