An Anonymous Point of View
The man stared at the Drive in his hands in anger, for some reason, the drive had been wiped clean of the powerful information that had been on it, before they got into his hands.
He wondered if the girl had something to do with it. The thought about the first time that he had seen her, watching in anger as she had picked the Drive off the table that evening when the Russians had finished their drinks and had exited the bar, fueled his current anger even more.
He had gotten inside information that the men would be at the popular Blue Phoenix bar and he’d been elated at the news, it was rare that the men ever associated with the public because for some reason they seemed to think that they were above other humans and that just pissed him the hell off and he’d b
