Koksun spent a sleepless night tossing and turning inside his small shelter. He knew he could run to another side of the city. There were plenty of places inside Metinvurius more than thirty blocks from here. He could have started off right then and there. It wasn’t as if he had a lot to pack. He had a few odds and ends hidden underneath some of the boxes that formed the exterior of his shelter, but everything that mattered to him—which was little—was in his pockets at that very moment.
No, he was nervous because he knew he didn’t want to run anywhere. He wanted to become a part of something, and one thing he knew for certain was that these guys had talent if they could pull off heists like the ones they did today. Being accepted by these guys meant not only the possibility of companionship and belonging. It also meant the possibility of learning things that he felt at that moment he would give anything to learn.
But to do that, he had a task ahead of him. A very important one.