Smugglers' Paradise
Boston had grown dark with the curfew, and although the soldier's were out in full force tonight, it had been an easy task to slip around them. Most of the patrols never strayed from their preassigned routes, which had simplified the process of making a map with each patrol route. Sticking to the shadows as he crossed the last street, Joel peeked around the corner before slipping completely into the darkness of the alleyway.
Most of the population had turned in for the night, wanting to make sure they were out of sight once the curfew had started. The military had taken to making public examples of those who were out past hours. That alone had been reason enough for many to stick to their houses. For people like Joel, the risks were outweighed by the rewards. Bill had set both himself and Tess up with a new contact, after having been contacted by someone from out of the country. If his information was right, then their pickups could begin to get very interesting.
"Where'd Bill say this place was again?" He whispered, turning his head towards Tess in order to keep his voice down.