2. Race Against Time

LEO.

I glance at the clock, wondering why I’m sitting in my car on the outskirts of London, in Brent to be precise. I cock my brow as I look out of the window. The rain is pouring down again and it's only getting heavier.

“You better have a good reason for this.” I remark coldly through my earpiece, listening to the downpour outside.

“I do, but the rest is up to you.” His voice becomes serious, and I frown, glancing at the box that contains my healing serums.

“Dante… I’m assuming you can’t tell me what’s about to go down? You obviously want me to save someone.”

He sighs. “You’re right, I can’t say.” He sounds frustrated. “I hope I’m right…”

“Me too, I had plans.” I reply.

He had randomly contacted me an hour ago, saying to track a certain number and to follow them but stay hidden. I listened like a fucking pawn in this game he’s playing and I didn’t have my shit with me to check who exactly I’m tracking.

“I know, but thanks…”

“Alright, you fucking owe me.” I say.

“That makes