Tony knocked on the motel door tentatively, his knuckles rapping softly against the faded wood. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, resisting the urge to glance at his watch. Every second spent lingering here felt like an invitation for trouble.
Earlier that morning, he had received the message—passed discreetly through his girlfriend, who worked at a small restaurant. His job was simple: deliver the message and disappear.
He still had to report to the pizza parlour afterward. The renovations were finally complete, and the place was buzzing with activity. The ladies had taken charge of transforming the space into something elegant enough for the upcoming engagement party. It was a welcome distraction from the darker errands he often found himself running.
The sound of muffled movement behind the door snapped him back to the present. Instinctively, Tony glanced up and down the corridor, ensuring he hadn’t been followed. Satisfied that the coast was clear, he adjusted the collar of his jacket just as the lock clicked.
The door opened slowly. David stood there, still half asleep, his hair tousled and eyes heavy with fatigue. He wore a plain T-shirt and jeans.
"Did you make the rounds?" David asked, his voice rough from sleep.
"Yes," Tony replied.
"Circle the street twice?"
Tony nodded. "Three times, actually. Took different routes each pass."
"Parked five buildings away?"
"Yes."
Satisfied, David stepped back and allowed Tony to enter before shutting the door. He crossed the room and, somewhat surprisingly, climbed back into bed, pulling the thin motel blanket over himself.
"What’s the update?" David asked.
"Raid failed. Traitor suspected," he said succinctly.
David grunted from the bed, the reaction suggesting that the information merely confirmed what he already knew. "I know," he replied. "Anything else?"
Tony reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, unmarked box. "She asked me to buy you a burner phone."
David gestured lazily toward the desk. "Place it on the desk."
Tony did as instructed, setting the device down carefully among the other items.
"Any feedback?" Tony asked.
"Get out," David said, his voice edged with irritation, not even bothering to look at Tony.
Tony nodded quickly. "Yes, sir," he muttered before turning on his heel.



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