That night, under the flickering lights of Club Europa, RJ found himself face to face with Phoenix, a figure shrouded in mystery.
The extraction was fraught with tension, bullets flying over their heads. RJ protected Dr. Wright with a precision that spoke to years of training.
Once they were clear, Dr. Wright turned to him, fear still lingering in her eyes. "Why did you help me?" she asked. rj01063038
"Meet me at Club Europa tonight. Come alone."
"It's Phoenix. I have a job for you," the voice on the other end stated, no pleasantries needed. That night, under the flickering lights of Club
The phone on his table buzzed, shattering the silence. RJ's gaze shifted; he knew who it would be. "RJ," he answered, his voice low and even.
The line went dead. RJ knew better than to question the protocol. Wright with a precision that spoke to years of training
But there was more to it. In the line of his work, sometimes, it was the jobs that seemed most straightforward that ended up changing everything.