Chapter 150

The meeting place was set at an abandoned chemical plant on the north outskirts of Neptuna. Neptuna was once a hub of chemical production, but its pursuit of a tourist-friendly image drove those industries away. The northern outskirts had become a wasteland of abandoned factories and forgotten potential. The abandoned industrial park looked particularly desolate at night, broken only by the startled scurry of stray animals. "Where are the people?" Perseus parked the car by the side of the road. He lit a cigarette and glanced around. "Mr. Perseus…" Tom trailed behind, cigarette dangling from trembling lips. He wasn't just nervous. His legs were on the verge of a buckle. Before Tom could reply, Perseus' eyes narrowed. "Over there." Perseus focused on the large factory building to the right, spotting a flicker of movement in the undergrowth. There were a dozen or more vans tucked beneath the trees, with a sleek Mercedes Benz G-Class glinting at the forefront. Perseus kicked op