Greg raised an eyebrow, but he had to admit she had guts. He leaned back in his chair, then he leaned forward. His arms folded on the table, "in order to get that information out of my contacts I have to pay a hefty price." He leaned back into his chair, the angel wanted information. It was hard to get it out of one of his contacts, but it could be done.

The angel was asking a lot from him, "if your asking this from me you must trust me a lot in order to get that information." Other angels were starting to reconize him....shit he had to get out of here, "well I got to run." Greg out his card down on the table, and walked out of the tavern. His hands in his pockets as he walked the streets.