Intro. In the dimness of a rainy dawn, the silence of the city was broken by a dry impact. From the roof of an old house, a body fell heavy over the wet floor. It was the Blank agent, who, even stunned, stood up firmly. Blood drained discreetly by the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned in determination.
In front of him, a figure watched in silence - no matter who it was, man or woman, just someone in the right place, at the wrong time ... or right. Blank did not hesitate: he stuck his hand in his inner pocket of his coat and handed a small black pendrive, stained with dust and rain.
\- "Keep it. Don't trust anyone." - Said low, before turning his face.
Across the street, headlights were lit and hasty steps echoed. Armed men emerged from the darkness, closing the siege. Blank adjusted his tie, took a deep breath and ran into the danger, disappearing between the shadows as the persecutors followed him.