Rotten to the Core
Jean-Francois told me it was a done deal. When the man who had stood back to back with me at seven different Speed Demon rumbles had a proposal¸ I listened. And silly me¸ I believed him. I should have learned Lesson #1 a long time ago: In Libreville¸ a trusting soul is a dead one.
"All my friends and I had to do was to provide a little 'expertise' and security while Jean-Francois arranged a buyer for a piece of hot tech that had fallen into his hands like a ripe apple. Just a matter of a phone call or two and a couple of low-profile meets.
"Nothing is ever that simple. Now Jean-Francois is dead¸ a victim of forgetting Lesson #2: Never let your guard down¸ even among friends. And all of us who went up into the Trilon Building to meet Jean-Francois are now trying our best to get out alive - something which the entirety of Trilon security¸ both human and electronic¸ would dearly love not to see happen. This is turning into a Class A¸ #1 Bad Day. But what should I have expected in a city that's rotten to the core?
Rotten to the Core. The details of Libreville ¸ the corrupt city at the base of Earth's beanstalk.