The client, a stern woman in a sharp gray suit, stepped forward. She pressed her thumb against a small, hidden sensor near the top stop of the zipper. A soft green light blinked. A mechanical click echoed in the quiet room. The biometric lock disengaged.
The next morning, Silas stood in a high-security penthouse overlooking the city. He was shivering and wrapped in a thick wool blanket, but the leather bag sat on the table in front of him. Bag zip
Silas took his payment in silence, turned, and walked out into the morning sun. He needed a new bag, but he knew exactly where to find another indestructible zipper. The client, a stern woman in a sharp
Three armed operatives were currently hunting Silas through the neon-lit maze of the Financial District. A mechanical click echoed in the quiet room