Didn’t print today. Decided last night to hold.
Spent the morning cleaning and sorting. Box A is sealed. Still needs a courier, but it’s ready.
Went out around noon. Light rain again. Brought a single note, marked. Tried it at a hardware shop near Intendente—mid-tier place, no cameras at the counter.
The guy held it up to the light, turned it once, then stuffed it in the till. No pause. That’s a pass.
Took the tram a bit further than usual. Walked most of the way back. Lisbon’s better when you slow down.
Picked up a burner envelope on the way home—standard locker near the station. Inside was a SIM card, a note with the new drop location, and one line: “Friday, same setup.”
Messaged my local courier to prep the bag. Told him weight, not contents. He doesn’t ask questions. That’s why I use him.
Cleaned the prints again. Gloves on. Checked edges under the light. I’m more paranoid near the end of a job than at the start.
Dinner was quiet. Cooked at home. Thought about starting another run, but didn’t. Sometimes the most important thing is knowing when to stop.