SAMANTHA
I found myself at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city situated in an almost forgotten part of town.
I wrapped myself in black overalls with black shades. The perfect outfit for this X-men mission I was on.
I clutched the parcel tightly in my arms, scanning the environment and making sure I wasn't followed or being watched.
I paced nervously around, glancing at my wristwatch at intervals wondering when this bastard was going to show up.
The more I was held up here, the more my chances of getting caught. With every passing minute, I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I was selling Luca out to protect my son literally, could I really say I loved him?
I had chosen this path. The treacherous path just to keep my dark secrets veiled. Apprehension etched itself on my face, my conscience tugging at me. I was no better, no better than the very people I loathed, I was just the same.
