185. Fall of a Man?

Anderson sat in the back of the car again, sighing and wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. The vehicle sped away, with the others following.

Anderson didn't take the alien suitcase because he had left it in another, bigger, armored car. Of course, it's for security.

"Just now was the most intense mission of my life." The agent sitting in the front leaned his back on the seat.

"Same with me." The driver replied. "I've never encountered anything like that before. Maybe Mr. Anderson has."

Anderson, who was using his cell phone, slightly smiled. "What just happened wasn't the most stressful. It might top the list of my most challenging missions, but definitely not number one."

"Damn." The driver snorted.

The agent next to the driver shook his head. "I'd really like to hear about your experience, sir. But that's if you want to and it's not confidential."