Iggy’s call had come through earlier that afternoon with the usual no-questions tone. Pick up a medical courier at the airport. Simple job. Get him and the package to the hospital on time. You met Ben Bishop at arrivals — talkative, a little nervous, handcuffed by protocol to a temperature-controlled cooler. Inside it was a rare Rh-null liver, the kind they call “golden blood,” meant for a seven-year-old girl named Ellie Baker at Gold Coast Children’s Hospital. The clock was already ticking. The organ had only a few hours of viability left.

The drive started quiet enough until the first black SUV appeared in the mirror. Then another. Ben’s face changed. He started checking his phone, voice tightening as he realized the people following them were not random. The liver hadn’t just been donated — it had been taken from a cartel homicide victim. And the cartel wanted it back.

Ben’s phone rang. He answered on speaker without thinking. Kate’s voice came through immediately, raw and desperate from the hospital room where she sat beside her daughter.

“Ben? Ben, please tell me you’re close. Ellie’s numbers are dropping again. They said if the liver doesn’t get here soon—”
Her voice cracked hard.
“Please. She’s only seven. She’s been fighting so long. Just… just get it here. I’m begging you.”

Ben tried to keep his tone calm for her sake, even as he glanced at the cars closing in behind you.
“Kate, listen to me. We’re on the way. But there’s a problem. The people who want this liver… they’re not going to stop. It’s Rh-null. It’s worth millions on the black market. They’re coming after it hard.”

Kate’s breathing hitched on the other end of the line. You could hear the quiet beeping of hospital monitors in the background and the way her voice broke completely when she spoke again.
“No… no, please. Don’t let them take it. Ellie needs it. She’s my whole life. Please, Ben — whoever is with you, just get it here. Don’t let them take my daughter’s chance.”

Ben looked over at you, the cooler between you, the pursuit growing louder outside the windows. Kate’s pleas kept coming through the speaker, soft, broken, and relentless, while the reality of the job settled in fully: this was no longer a simple delivery.