"Sebastian, we're here. Redgate."
Miles eased the car to a stop, glancing out at the cramped, low-slung neighborhood pressing in around them.
To keep this whole operation off anyone's radar, Sebastian had leased a modest unit tucked into Redgate a dense, overlooked pocket on the edge of Crestview and quietly converted it into a private lab.
Sebastian nodded and stepped out of the car.
"I've got this from here."
Miles, halfway out of his own seat, sat back down.
"Call me if anything goes sideways."
Sebastian gave a short "mm" and shut the door.
A few minutes later, he reached the lab entrance, punched in the code, and stepped inside.
He crossed to the workbench and lifted a small bottle of white powder.
He pulled out a set of tweezers, transferred a pinch of the powder into a glas
