a Gin starter for @mythvoiced
Despite having never met the man, Gin’s nerves didn’t peak as much as they could have had she not seen his picture beforehand. She worried more about mixups than about the man hurting her; he was an information broker with a reputation to keep, not a cutthroat gangster. (He’d at least worry about this reputation if not about the sake of a woman he just met.)
Her job for her cousins didn’t include anything directly gang-related. However, they thought that sending her with the information would have been the least suspicious means of delivery. Their last guy was excellent at his job, but he still got suspected, followed, caught, and killed. That knowledge didn’t sit well with her as she waited in the destined meeting spot (The broker was late.), but she was a woman, and women were supposed to be weak. So really, her gender and the pistol in her purse were the elements of surprise no man could ever have.
She kept her back to the wall, watching the mouth of the alley. Finally, after checking her watch for the fifth time, a figure approached the clearing. He paused upon seeing her, his eyes betraying his confusion. To let him know that yes, he was at the right place and she was the right agent, she said, “You’re fifteen minutes late.”