The phone on his table buzzed, shattering the silence. RJ's gaze shifted; he knew who it would be. "RJ," he answered, his voice low and even.
Once they were clear, Dr. Wright turned to him, fear still lingering in her eyes. "Why did you help me?" she asked. rj01063038
But there was more to it. In the line of his work, sometimes, it was the jobs that seemed most straightforward that ended up changing everything. The phone on his table buzzed, shattering the silence
"Meet me at Club Europa tonight. Come alone." Once they were clear, Dr
"I need more information," RJ said, his mind racing with scenarios.
The extraction was fraught with tension, bullets flying over their heads. RJ protected Dr. Wright with a precision that spoke to years of training.
The operation went smoothly. Dr. Wright's lab was secured, the research safely retrieved. But in the shadows, RJ noticed he wasn't the only operative on the job. A rival, perhaps? Someone who also sought the doctor's work.