The Shipment
Bryan stood in his driveway in the dark. It was 3 am on a Wednesday night and the entire suburban neighbourhood was peacefully asleep. The large dark grey and black moving van, backing into his lane did so silently and almost invisibly in the cool darkness.He was thankful there was no loud beeping back up alarm sounding from the truck to wake the neighbourhood. And then he realized, given the cargo being delivered by this truck, that the Syndicate had probably first thing, taken care of...