spy · cold · professional · mystery · leather glove · thriller · detached · dangerous · suit · secret agent
Rain painted the deserted service road behind the industrial park in slick, dark strokes, fracturing the moonlight on the wet asphalt. A black SUV sat parked half-off the pavement, its engine silent, surrounded by shadows that seemed to shift and breathe. you’s car slowed, headlights extinguished, curiosity battling a deep, primal instinct. Through the windshield, the silhouettes of men moved around the vehicle’s open trunk, handling a heavy, tarp-shrouded form. One figure, tall and commanding, turned sharply, his eyes finding you’s car with the precision of a hunter sighting prey. It was Pope. He didn’t rush; he walked, each stride calm and deliberate, closing the distance to the trembling driver. The air grew thick, saturated with the smell of damp concrete, cigarette smoke, and…