In between

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*Still Edward's Point of view and the flashback continues*

I indeed new where I was supposed to meet Ian, the place had been same for as long as I had been working with them.

I get out of the bus and walk across the street, the streets get narrower and I quickly look around me before I turn from the corner and arrive to a metal door.

This place used to be a restaurant, but the owner moved to Europe, so the place was left empty. Now it was the place where the biggest drug cartel of New York – at least what I know, has taken over.

There's a code on the door, 3825, that spells out fuck, I don't know who mad chose that.
Green light flickers telling me that the door's now open.

This is the back door, so when I step in the first thing I see is the abandoned kitchen, sometimes I wonder why these drug lords with millions of dollars never fix this place?

I walk through the kitchen and see that Ian's office door is open. That office once belonged to the restaurant manager.

"Edward c'mon in, please close the door." I hadn't noticed that Ian was standing on the door.
I sit across him and he looks at me closely.

"It's a shame your not working for us anymore, you always did such a good job.." He was talking slowly.

"Like I said, I can take this case, but after that I will be done."

"Fine." Ian smiled and gave me a paper.

"Here's the directions, there is the addresses, the flight tickets, everything you will need to know, but you already know that, don't you?"

"Yes." I nod and Ian smiles with satisfaction.

"I love when people know how to do their job, these fucking newbies are so helpless."

I look at the ticket and see that the flight that I'm supposed to leave tomorrow. I had forgotten that now that I wasn't living alone I would have to make an excuse where I would be going.

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"I'm going over to my friend's house." I tell my mom feeling like I'm 14 again, lying about staying at girls house.

"Oh, that's nice." She smiles, seeming happy that I'm not just hanging at the house again.

I'm in my room, taping a bag of suspicious pills on my legs, I duct tape them tightly and pull loose pants over. I'm not actually sure what all the stuff is, but apparently It's valuable so that's really all that I care about.

Arriving to the airport, I can't say that I am not nervous, of course I am, if I get caught I will go to jail. That situation would just kill me,
Being in the drug business I have thought about jail quite a lot even, it's not even the jail that is so bad, I mean of course it is, but my point is that after you have the record it's so much harder to get job and decent life.

As I get to the security check I do my best trying to hide my nervousness.
I put my bag to go through the scanning system and myself slowly walk through the metal detector gate. I unintentionally hold my breath and when the machine doesn't beep I let out a loud sigh. The guard looks at me but turns away, thank god.

I sit in the airplane, it's only going to be an hour flight witch is good cause I'm not much of an airplane person. Not that I'm scared, just uncomfortable with the concept of flying metal can.

I'm sitting on the window seat and the aisle seat is taken by an elder lady. The flight attendant is showing what to do in case of emergency, I'm only paying half attention, I know how this stuff works.