He staggered into the safehouse that he was told to go to; the diamond was in his arms. It was never a diamond, as Franz had promised. It was a person, or something appearing to be a person that bled milky white. Something was strapped over his back, it looked like a long, thin briefcase. The building that he'd infiltrated was a front house for Lagrange, and they had someone Lazarus wanted back.
Franz was not there, but it looked as though someone was there a moment ago. Two mugs were sitting on the table, one was full of steaming hot tea, and the other was empty, though a teabag was sitting in it, waiting to be watered.
There was a couch nearby and he dropped the diamond there while he looked at the note.
'Danny. Didn't know how you liked your tea or coffee, left it to your discretion. Hopefully the diamond is safe. Stay here, relax, indulge. Someone will be here soon to pick up the diamond and get her mobile again.
'PS: Nice work you did. You're gonna go far, kid.'
Danny looked back at the diamond. They were lying on the couch in an uncomfortable and compromising position. He blushed. They were naked the whole time he was carrying them, but he didn't notice until now. He sat them upright, and put their legs together, and put their hands on their lap, over their crotch.
He then sat down on the couch next to them, wondering what teas Franz had left.
