A regular sedan cruised down the quiet streets of Serene City in the early morning.
Chandler sat in the passenger seat, and when his phone rang, he opened the glove compartment to retrieve it.
"Boss, I can't hold them off anymore. They've locked onto your location. In five minutes, you'll be found."
"Is it finished over there?"
"Just wrapped up. They're preparing to transport the corpse back."
"What about the item?"
"The item wasn't taken to the funeral home. As per protocol, they'll store it at the Blazing Sun Divison."
"Alright, proceed with the backup plan."
Chandler tossed the phone back into the glove compartment, adjusting his glasses.
Things hadn't exactly gone as planned.
Not only had he inexplicably exposed part of his operation, but he'd also misjudged the strength of the local Blazing Sun Divsion branch.
In fact, he hadn't underestimated them; he'd overestimated them.
