The neon sign above the "Last Stop" diner flickered, buzzing like a trapped insect. Inside, Elias sat at the counter, nursing a lukewarm coffee. On the small television mounted in the corner, a digital ticker scrolled past a review for a film he’d never seen:
He stood up, dropped a five-dollar bill on the counter, and checked the weight of the Glock tucked into his waistband. 6.9 / 10 ActionDram...
"Too late for that. Just take... take the drive inside. It’s got the codes." The neon sign above the "Last Stop" diner