Tension arose in the room. Delia's two business partners looked at her with stern looks on their faces, as if they were asking her to never look away again during a serious convergence.

Clark silently and slowly bumped Arthur's shoulder. Arthur caught his glance and saw what Clark saw, one of the henchmen standing behind Edgar was pulling out a small knife out of it's trousers backpocket. The henchman stood in such manner that Delia was not able to see it coming. Arthur gave the smallest nod possible and looked at his friend to let him know that he also saw it and scraped his throat. Both Edgar and the Chief looked at him as if they were about to murder him. "Luckily" for Arthur they were not after him personally.

"So....", the chief spoke out loud, demanding all attention, "how about we discuss my handling fee now?". He gave a discerned look at his city guards and started to elaborate on how much money he deserved to have based on how much money all the drug dealing had been creating for both Delia and Edgar. Edgar and Delia didn't interrupt the chief once while they listened to his boastful story. Through the corner of his eyes Arthur was still keeping an eye on the bodyguard that was hiding a knife in his left hand. 

At that moment Clark was standing on Delia's right side and she had her bodyguard in the form of Arthur behind her left shoulder. Left to Arthur was the red haired city guard from the day before, he and his colleague were standing directly behind the chief. They stood there like statues, their ears wide open to gather every single word being said. The chief stopped talking, looking proud and certain of his financial victory. To his left was Edgar, sitting and looking content with his two bodyguards behind him. Edgar nodded soundly, "Hmmhmm", and smirked.

Immediately alarm bells went off inside Clark's head, "OH BOY!", his mind went. He could hear thoughts inside of all the bodyguards' heads. Secretively they were getting ready to strike soon, two other guards were getting out weapons of their own choice and hiding them from Delia's sight. "But wait.. Only two guards?", Clark wondered. One of the guards was just standing still, half-listening to the conversation that was going on, staring blankly in front of him. Clark became aware that the only guard of the Chief's or Edgar's who was not out to fight was the red haired city guard.

"What did it mean? Was the red haired guard a fresly brought in stand-in to guard the chief? Or was he just doozing off and did he not see the smirk on Edgar's face?" If only Arthur could read minds as well, if only Arthur knew what Clark knew...