675_2_rp.rar

He didn’t know what was on it. In his line of work, knowing was a liability. But the rumors in the underground forums suggested it contained the "RP" — the Response Protocol for the city’s largest private security firm.

"Copy," Elias replied, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. A pair of headlights rounded the corner, moving too fast for a casual midnight drive. 675_2_RP.rar

"Change of plans, Elias," the man shouted over the rain, stepping out with a hand resting on a holstered sidearm. "The 675 data stays with the firm. You, however, are a loose end." He didn’t know what was on it