One Tuesday, a sleek, matte-black transport pulled up to his garage. Out stepped a woman in a suit that cost more than Daigo’s entire block. She held a data-chip.
"I want you to drive," she replied. "There’s a shipment leaving the docks at midnight. It’s not legal, it’s not safe, and it’s the only way you’re getting out of this gutter."
Daigo finally looked up. His eyes, sharp and weary, met hers. He wiped his hands on a rag and took the chip. "Midnight. Don't be late."
One Tuesday, a sleek, matte-black transport pulled up to his garage. Out stepped a woman in a suit that cost more than Daigo’s entire block. She held a data-chip.
"I want you to drive," she replied. "There’s a shipment leaving the docks at midnight. It’s not legal, it’s not safe, and it’s the only way you’re getting out of this gutter."
Daigo finally looked up. His eyes, sharp and weary, met hers. He wiped his hands on a rag and took the chip. "Midnight. Don't be late."