I was introduced to the gene shop through the dark web. I went through the gap between the buildings, took the elevator down. The fluorescent starter and motion sensor failed to light the hall until after I exited to the car park. The electrical closets were buzzing, and bad music from the business above was echoing. The plain white cab was in the shadows of the furthest corner.
She came out from behind the car masked, suited from head to toe. I flashed her my cell. She opened a bag, and I dropped the agreed cash in. She picked up the probe from the car hood, and I took a deep breath of basement fumes. She looked up at my face through her screen, and quickly jammed the probe up my nose. It wriggled, and I felt pain in a new place.
The probe was just as quickly removed, and I noticed a lady in her forties to our side. She tried to look put together, forcing herself to keep a discreet distance. Most didn't want to be known as a customer, and I respected that. I moved away from them both. Now all I had to do was wait.
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