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A man with hard features was the middle man in the operation. He had one job. Get the flash drive with the drug routes from one location to another. That’s all he had to do. Though, sadly for him, he had lost the flash drive somewhere along his walk. It would end terribly for him. The man stepped aside and into an alley, where Yeon was waiting. Yeon and one or two others had been assigned to pick up the flash drive and take it back to the headquarters. “You have what we need?” He asked, spanish accent showing through roughly.
“Of course I do,” the older man answered. His searched through his pockets, but the little flash drive wasn’t there.
“What’s the hold up?” Yeon asked, dark eyes narrowing.
“It’s not in my pocket. I just had it.”