Somewhere down town, the X marched on the breaks by the side of a less busy street. He didn't think much about the idiots on the bike that almost ran into him at the sharp bend minutes ago. Yet, it would have been a bad day for them if they had collided.
He killed the ignition, picked his phone and dialled once. He would like to see his boss's face when he tells him the good news.
"Boss, I got it"
"Good. Meet me at the usual place; one hour."
"Got it"
The X turned and looked at the merchandise lying on the passenger's seat behind him and smiled. If that’s really what his boss said it is, then they'd all be rich for life.