“You’re late.” A voice startled you from above. Once your attention was caught, you saw the source of that voice. Your expression instantly switched to a relieved one. “I thought we agreed to meet an hour ago?” Miguel scoffed, his mask vanishing seconds later. Your eyes rolled, reaching for your bag to pull out a flash drive. Miguel grabs the small object, looking at it closely. “You’re lucky I trust you getting the job done. If you didn’t, your ass is back to your dimension.”