230. Midnight Deal
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2025-05-07 23:36:16

The night swallowed him whole. Van moved like a shadow through the back alleys, boots silent against cracked pavement. No headlights. No noise, just the hush of a city holding its breath.

The old mill loomed ahead — dead and forgotten.

Rust covered the walls like rot, windows smashed out years ago.

But tonight, it was alive again. Lights burned inside. Dim. Yellow. Flickering.

Van’s gut clenched, there were too many lights.

Too many cars parked just out of sight.

He checked his pistol — loaded, safety off.

One extra mag in his jacket.

Not much.

But it would have to do.

He stepped through the busted gate, every nerve tight.

His contact — Ramos — stood near the loading dock, arms folded, a cigarette glowing in his hand.

"Van," Ramos greeted, voice rough. Like gravel chewed up in a blender. "You actually came.

Didn’t think you had the stones anymore."

Van kept his face blank. "Let’s skip the warm-up.

You got the guns?"

Ramos shrugged. "You got the cash?"

Van tossed a duffel bag at his fe
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