The lamps of the parking lot flicker on and off, as if they themselves don't want to be here. A lone figure stands beside one of very few cars left in front of the Thrift-Co convenience store at this time of night. A small but bright ember illuminates his face with each drag that he takes from his cigarette.
He had sent the request nearly two months ago, and still not a soul had answered. Every night he had waited here, knowing that sooner than later his contacts would arrive, and they could begin the task before them.
He chuckled to himself, did he even know what they were in for? A single map and an ancient key were all he had to go on. Worse yet, he had to rely on the help of virtual strangers. He offered a soft chant to whatever gods of fate might be watching, and settled in for another night of waiting.