A few hours later, the cafeteria was quiet as Drakon and I sat at one of the corner tables, finishing off a couple of coffees.
The heavy double doors swung open, and Michael walked in, looking like a kid who had just won a prize. He carried a crisp manila folder in one hand and a brand-new, sleek burner phone in the other.
He slid into the chair across from us, dropping the phone onto the table first before sliding the folder toward me.
"Everything’s set," Michael said, a proud grin spreading across his face. "In that folder, you’ll find your background profile, a printed copy of the resume I just submitted to Mayor Isaac's email, and your new physical ID card. Oh, and that phone?" He pointed to the device on the table. "That's the direct line listed on your contact info."
I picked up
