Yarin's POV:
"Is she here?" Anthony looked around nervously. "Should I go alone or wait for someone? Is it safe on the road? There won't be any checks, right?"
"Shut up, kid! If you don't believe me, scram!" shouted Marty in annoyance.
Anthony stared at him reluctantly, but he didn't say another word.
A woman was in a driver's uniform in the depths of the warehouse. She was about forty years old, frowning and looking impatient. She spat the cigarette butt out and stepped on it twice when she saw who it was. She asked, "Is that him?"
"Yes." Marty nodded. "Get it done quick, and don't be discovered."
"Say less," the woman said with a sneer. "When can I get my reward?"
"I won't miss a single cent. Alright, hurry up and get to work."
The woman glared at Marty, then looked at Anthony from the corner of her eyes. "Let's go, kid."
