Chapter 105- the antidote

The man was already there, leaning against a rusted shipping crate, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked as if he'd seen better days, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes held a world-weariness that spoke of countless battles with society.

"You've got the info," Damian barked, not bothering with pleasantries.

The man took a long breathe, the cigarette burning red before he flicked it into the water. "I do," he said, his voice gravelly. "But it's going to ...