It was trash day. Blue bins lined the residential street like silent mourners while dark clouds rolled overhead making threats they couldn’t keep. Nio and Quinn sat in an unmarked government vehicle three streets down from the target’s house.
“You’re serious?” he asked.
Nio nodded.
Quinn sighed and put his phone on airplane mode. Then he held the power but…
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