Gonda had been trying to contact World Zone for a while.
After the last warning from the old man, he had kept the number hidden inside a separate phone. Every few days, he tried the line once. Sometimes it did not connect. Sometimes the call rang and died.
World Zone had not forgotten him. Gonda knew that much. The old man's last words had not sounded like a man walking away.
Because of that, Gonda had kept trying.
He could not relax under Adam's unknown side, and he could not relax under World Zone's shadow either. One side was using him. The other side might erase him.
Then, a few days ago, a message had arrived with no name and no explanation, only a place and a time.
Gonda deleted the message after reading it. He still remembered the address.
Now he followed that address.
The place was an empty storage building near the edge of the city. It had once been used for machine parts. Two men checked Gonda before letting him inside and took his phone and gun.
