Nadia hit the brakes to a stop behind the abandoned warehouse Milton has texted her about.
This was where they'd meet.
The place looked like it had lost a fight with a wrecking ball and never recovered… broken windows, rusted roll-up doors, weeds growing through cracked concrete like green fingers reaching out of a grave.
Nadia kicked the door shut with her bare heel.
The fob and watch box was jammed under her arm.
Cold bit at her soles as she ran.
Inside smelled like mildew and old chemicals.
A single hanging bulb swung over the makeshift lab in the center.
Milton was already there, hunched over the folding table as he stuffed vials of electric-blue liquid into a hard-shell briefcase like he was cramming for the apocalypse.
Nadia's breath fogged in front of her.
"Milton?"
He flinched so hard a syringe clattered to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked, wiping cold sweat off her forehead with the back of a trembling wrist.
