Just as he had said, when he had sent the email with his part of the programming complete to everyone in his team, he stood up, closing his screen. He ignored the looks he got from the other four and walked into the small coat room. He slipped on his shoes and jacket and grabbed his helmet.
He opened the texts he had gotten from Kat on the other phone and stared at their addresses before making his way to the warehouse on his bike. He met Kat there, took the product and was on his way.
Almost two hours later, Ash was on his final run, and he regretted not wearing something warmer than his leather jacket. As he drove through traffic on his bike, the cold air hit him, and he struggled not to let his teeth chatter under his helmet.
When he arrived at another shady place, he scowled as he
