Laughter filled the room, lights shone neon green and pink, colouring the atmosphere. The room was bustling with men, almost all tables were occupied.
A shady man in an eggsy trench coat occupied the table at the end, a cigarette in his mouth, his head tilted down and face hidden by a matching fedora.
"What brings you here?" a voice from his right asked.
"Business" his rough voice answered.
"What business are you here for?"
"Take a seat"
Zach seated and adjusted himself. His eyes were locked in gaze with the man in the trench coat. He knew what the man was capable of, and he knew what the Foundation is capable of. A simple giveaway could immediately be his death sentence.
The dead glare was broken as the crowd suddenly breaks into whistles and cheering. A lady in red was on stage, her hair was brown and it flowed over her shoulders, her lips a saccharine red.
She stood with pride and her stance was demanding attention. The crowd was easily enticed and intensely focused on the fox.
Music begins to play from the victrola, and the vixen sung a beautiful melody which silenced the room.
"Wow" Zach muttered under his breath.
"Heh, don't see that everyday" the man commented, smoke flowing out his mouth as he speaks. "Speaking of which, back to business"
"Twenty grand" Zach replied, his hands retrieved a parcel from his satchel "Twenty grand for the book"
The man gave Zach an ominous chuckle, a hostile look in his eyes.
"We agreed on eighteen, didn't we?" the man's body curved over the table and his left hand seemingly creeping closer towards the parcel.
"Initially"
The man paused, his body reverted back. A fake smile paints his face. Zach was meeting a different man now.
"What do you need it for?" Zach continued.
"Not a smart question kid"
"I'm the dealer here"
"Listen kid" the man intimidates "You don't want to get in trouble with us. Not with the Foundation"
"Owh, I'm already in trouble"
A shadow coated the table, a man in formal attire appeared in between the two, interrupting them.
"Dinner is served" the waiter proclaimed.
"I didn't order any-" the man paused as his words hang at the end of a gun.
"It's on the house"
