Alright... it’s just one more block until I can drop this stupid package and head home before someone sees me.
Laz really wasn’t used to taking care of supply drops like this, as he was usually just a messenger and clearly that was different. Delivering messages was much more inconspicuous and frankly, dropping packages always made him feel so nervous. He had no idea how Kveto could do this so nonchalantly all the damn time, but whatever...
As he drew nearer to the drop site he felt more and more on edge, like someone was watching him. One downside of the hood was that his peripheral vision was shit, but he guessed he had to stick to the whole “mysterious stranger” shtick The Order had going on.
It seemed pretty funny to him that the site ended up being an alley near the Pink Vice. As if that place didn’t already have some dubiously legal practices, right?
He ducked into the alley after giving a quick scan of his surroundings and tucked the lockbox into a small gap in the brickwork of the building.
There, that ought to do it. Now to get the hell home.