The escape was planned for two days after their meeting, which meant tomorrow was the final calm before everything fell apart. Mark already knew where he would go, assuming he would even get the chance. That night, he wrote a short message using an old code only one person would recognize. His handwriting remained steady despite the weight behind every word.
When he finished, he put the letters and mixed them carefully with the rest of the trash in his bin. After tying the bag, he carried it outside. As expected, one of Robert's men stood at a distance, pretending to be idle while clearly observing him.
Mark did not react.
He threw the bag into the larger public bin and attached a small, nearly invisible sticker on the outer corner. It was subtle, something ordinary people would overlook. But it was a signal meant for the trash collector who followed a specific route.
