Needle X Coiny Novels & Stories

They are bound to make a slipup. In no time,we are standing outside the shop. It's small, its windows grimy, with a flickering neon sign that says open. I push the door open and Nyx steps inside first. Inside ,it's cramped with shelves packed with cheap electronics—headphones, chargers, and a glass case full of burner phones. My stomach twists as I realize what this means. Burner phones. The kind you use when you don’t want your calls traced. The kind Snake would need if he’s the mole.