Surreptitiously, she turned the corner hoping to blend in with the crowd. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her hands were sweaty. An unidentified caller had informed her that what she was after was at the end of the alley, and she needed to get there quickly.

Increasing her pace, she felt a sudden burst of adrenaline as her feet gained speed. Hearing the sound of her own breathing in her ears only served to make her more anxious. She had to keep moving forward.

People were all around her, but she didn’t let it phase her. She was focused on the big picture. One final turn to the left and her destination was in sight. The end of the alley was up ahead and she could feel that she was getting closer. 

As she reached her destination she saw, in a corner, what appeared to be nothing more than a pile of old newspapers. Quickly scanning the area and gingerly moving the papers, she saw what she had come for. Carefully snatching it, she pulled her hood up and exited the alley blending into the crowd. No one seemed to notice her taking it and she was relieved.

As she made her way back to her hiding place, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. She had pulled it off, but now she questioned the ease with which she had done it. Putting down her precious cargo she sat beside it. Her mind was working overtime as she took some deep breaths and tried desperately to relax. 

Just then there was a loud pounding on the door. Startled, she bolted to her feet. “Open up, NYPD! We have reason to believe you have something we want”. TO BE CONTINUED…

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