Inside a subway station that reeked of urine, a few people in shabby clothes waited with bleary eyes for the old train, which had been running for over sixty years.
Although the old machine should have been scrapped long ago, there was no alternative. Since the complete collapse of the currency, the city's infrastructure had been forced to run on life support, so having a working train at all was a blessing.
Yawning endlessly, none of them noticed two people whispering to each other in English at the edge of a dark, adjacent tunnel.
"The ship the target bought will be docking at Uther Pier soon," the elderly man said, his hair graying at the temples. "It's a large, second-hand ocean liner. According to Number 8's intelligence, the target will likely move their gathering point onto the vessel."
"If they really get onto that ship, a complete communications blackout is to be expected. A closed space is perfect for brainwashing. That's why we're sending you."
