Adam left the hotel with Elias.
This time, the car did not move toward the business area.
Elias drove away from the wide roads and clean towers. Slowly, the city became quieter. The buildings became lower. The roads became narrower. After almost forty minutes, they reached a peaceful neighborhood on the edge of the city.
Adam looked out through the window.
The place did not look like a black-market storage site.
It looked like a normal house.
The house was made mostly of wood. A small garden stood in front of it, and the locked gate looked old enough to be ignored.
Elias parked the car inside.
"This is the place."
Adam stepped out.
He looked at the house once.
Elias noticed his look and smiled.
"Good storage should never look like storage," he said.
He led Adam through the house.
The inside was simple. Old furniture stood near the wall, and nothing looked special.
Then Elias moved a carpet in one corner and opened a hidden metal door under the floor.
