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Ret could feel the smug smile creep across his face as the ever familiar voice of Marcus growled over the phone at him. Before he could even voice a reply, the line clicked, and Ret let a slight chuckle escape his throat. The absolute loathing that Marcus always directed towards Ret never ceased being amusing, as it was immensely satisfying that the Unseen were repeat customers, even despite the disapproval of many among their ranks, even high ranking ones as Marcus.

Ret tossed his phone across his room, onto his couch, as he walked into his bathroom, stripping off his sweat stained clothes to shower. The Unseen were used to his habit of arriving when he felt like it, but this situation was different. Usually, Ret would be delivering information regarding the movement of the Kings around the neutral sectors, or surveillance photos of possible rapists or murderers. Today, although, was different. Someone had taken grave actions against innocents in Unseen territory. Surely the gang would be out for blood. He’d make sure to take fifteen minutes instead of thirty in the shower. 

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Having slipped into some of his [url=https://i.redditmedia.com/C46Eztz_BW2Bj5U-LDDY18B-FALzDPMfRQ2STm-CigI.jpg?w=768&s=99146f0fbdb688f81e1d91124eed734f]finer attire[/url], Ret straightened his facial mask and slid on his red-shaded glasses before stepping out of his apartment. Out on the street, Ret began his walk, noting the sun has fallen and the sky had turned a pleasant pinkish-orange, driven to all be shades of red through his glasses. Wind began to blow as the heat from earlier in the day had finally given way to a more enjoyable warmth, thankfully not too hot as to make Ret regret wearing one of his favorite jackets. 

A harsh bump jolted Ret awake, and he realized he’d be staring at the sky for far too long, knocking into a young lady that had been traveling towards him.

[color=darkseagreen][b]”Christ, watch out![/b][/color] Ret spat, examining his jacket and shoes for any marks, wiping some stray dirt away from his pants, never turning to face the woman.

He could hear the woman behind him bark some sort of insult at him, but falling quiet once she realized he had already turned the corner, never once having looked at her. [I]What a cocksucker.[/i] The woman thought.

The situation had already fluttered miles away from Ret’s head, having been replaced with his giddy excitement. Transactions were always his favorite, the trading of information always provided some sort of high for him. His glee was even further increased by the sight of neon window signs along the shop-fronts and bars of Korven coming alight, filling the busy plazas and neighborhoods with buzzing, colorful hues of pinks and blues. Nightlife was always his favorite, even if his love for sleep constantly battled with it for his undivided attention.

Slowly, a creeping realization slid into his mind, and his fingers began sliding slowly across his khaki denim, finding the hard metal of his pistol tucked into his waistband. A heavy sigh of relief flowed out of his lungs, as he thought he had left the weapon at home. His excitement had clouded his mind, and he bit his lip, thinking of how angry he would’ve if he’d been caught without a weapon.

As the bright, intoxicating lights of the Flying Lotus became visible in front Ret, every other thought besides that of business left his mind, Staring at the door, and the bouncers who eyed him, he straightened his jacket and stretched his arms and legs out.

[color=darkseagreen][i]You are smarter than every single person in this bar. Never forget that.[/i][/color]

The same motivational thought always flew through his mind at a million miles per hour before his business meetings. He lived by it, and he was the smartest man in Morvai, so it had to be true.

Stepping forward, Ret greeted the guards.[color=darkseagreen]”Good evenin-”[/color] Before he could even finish his sentence, the bouncers pulled Ret towards them, and patted him up and down, harder and more impatient than usual. The stout man on his right found the weapon in his waistband, and yanked it out quickly, pushing Ret backwards in the process.

[color=darksalmon][b]”Mind explaining this?”[/b][/color] The man barked, as the other drew his own weapon and trained it on Ret.

[color=darkseagreen][b]”Whoa, whoa, come on Percy, you know I always keep it on me! You can hold it until I’m done talking to bossman! I’m cool, man!”[/b][/color] Ret raised his hands slightly has he spoke, showing the guards he meant no harm. 

[color=lightsalmon][b]”Y-yeah, he’s right Percy.[/b][/color] The other, younger guard turned to his counterpart, and his gun began to fall.

The large man on the right stared at Ret, and then turned his gaze at his partner, his chest rising and falling with anxious breath.

[color=darksalmon][b]”Right, right. My bad. Just, on edge, seeing as the whole ‘situation’ going on right now.”[/b][/color] The guard spoke, his hands moving around with a nervous realization that he had overreacted.

[color=darkseagreen][b]”Yeah, it’s cool. Just, don’t scratch it or anything.”[/b][/color] Ret said, sliding his way past the guards, growing impatient.

Ready to become the most attractive peacock in the bar, Ret felt his ego deflate as he found the bar devoid of any attractive women on the dance floor or other men trying desperately to impress those women. The only men in the bar seemed to be Sully and a few of his underlings, including a certain Miguel Hidalgo, a man Ret recognized from past transactions. Ret fancied the man’s sister a bit, but he’d save that bit of information for another day. Shame, he had no one to impress or show off in front of. He rarely ever expressed his inner peacock, but they knew him around this place. Well enough, that is, that he felt comfortable breaking out his few fine clothes and colognes around them once it was time to do business.

Sully and his companions sat at the bar, bathed in the dim blue and purple lights that emanated from the liquor cabinets. The rest of the club was dark, as per usual, with the various strobe and disco lights soaring and sliding across the dance floor. All of which, including the stage, were absent of any life, other than a waitress dutifully wiping down tables that were already clean. 


[color=darkseagreen][b]”Awful busy in here, Sully!”[/b][/color] He chirped, finally ending his observation of the club, and stepping out of the doorway towards Sully, who had been staring at him for quite a moment. [color=darkseagreen][b]”Now let’s get down to business, shall we?”[/b][/color]

Ret lifted the sleeve on his right arm, revealing his brand tattoo, turning it towards Sully.

[color=darkseagreen][b]”I’ll give you a discount, seeing the position you unfortunately find yourself in today, Sully. Only fifteen-thousand credits tonight.”[/b][/color]

[@CaptainSully]