"Hi, are you here for a delivery?" Thomas asked, sliding the small wooden hatch open.
The man didn't offer a greeting. He slammed the box onto the small ledge in front of Thomas's window with a dull thud.
"This is for the Vault. Or is it the 'Inner Vault' now? I hate it when people complicate simple business with new names," the man grumbled, his voice like gravel in a blender.
He pinned Thomas with a cold, impatient stare. "Deliver this as soon as possible. Tell the ones inside this is related to the V Investigation."
"V Investigation?" Thomas repeated, his mind instantly cataloguing the letter. "Is there a specific department or officer I should—"
The man leaned in, his shadow eclipsing the booth. He let out a low, hostile huff of breath. "Just do as you're told, kid. No questions allowed. The less you know, the longer you'll keep that pretty star on your chest."
"Understood," Thomas said, pulling the box into the booth.
