Truck Driver’s Cargo Spills After Accident, Left Speechless When He Finds Out What It Is

Familiar Face

The safehouse was sparse but functional, with a single computer terminal glowing in the corner. The screen flickered to life, revealing a masked figure. “You made it,” the figure said. “I’m Wren.” Derek stepped closer, unsure whether to feel relieved or more alarmed. “What’s going on?” he asked.