Flint was hiding. The low wall he was behind crumbled a little as he held his breath. On his back was a rucksack filled with cigarette packets and he was transporting them into the quarantine zone. Flint glanced up to see the military convoy hadn’t left yet, to his dismay, and so he kept in his cover.

He hadn’t brought his shotgun on this run, he only really brought it when he believed he would be out of the quarantine zone for a long time , and this run was supposed to be a quick one. Meet up with the group outside, do the exchange and get back in, simple. He had planned the route and made sure there wasn’t any patrol routes passing by at that time. Something must have happened to make them change the route, maybe some debris on the road, or possibly a attack.

Flints thoughts where interrupted when the trucks began moving again and the soldiers began walking. Flint started to move sprinting quickly through the buildings and soon was deep into the quarantine zone once again. He hid the bag at the drop off point and then left for home base. Making sure no-one had seen what he had just done. These runs where getting harder and harder with security finding the smugglers exit points.