It only takes a moment for me to recover from the car lights and sprint towards the alley leading to The Basement. Holding the box like a running back about to collide with an opponent, I round the corner into the alley, enter the pass-code, and slip in as soon as the door slides open.
Panting, I lean against the door praying that the drugs were strong enough to keep the contents of the box subdued. I firmly hold the box in both hands and study it – nervously anticipating some sort of movement, and thanking God when I hear the creatures raspy breath.
Jensen said this would be an easy operation. He would take out the target and sedate the experiment. Then, I would pick up the box and walk it the three blocks to The Basement where Knodes would be waiting. I thought it had gone well until I ran into those goons with the flashlights.
A soft whimper from the box brings me back to the matter at hand. I've got to get this thing to Knodes and get the fuck out of here.
Descending the stairs to Knodes' lab, I hear the sound of breaking glass.
“Knodes?” I call.
“No, it's Jensen!” the familiar voice replies.
“Where's Knodes?”
“He had an urgent matter to attend to and wanted me to catch the drop.”
Knodes never misses a drop, I think to myself. Something is fishier than that sandwich...
Should I:
Continue into the lab and make the hand off to Jensen
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