“As long as you have cash,” Blade twirled the dagger in his hands, “Then I can push through with the deal.” he planted the dagger down unto the table between you and him.

Dangerous. That's what he was. One look into the pools of crimson in his eyes, you already knew that he meant ever word spoken to you. A man inhumane to inflict crime upon others all for favor.

“Give me a name, a photo, and I'll get on with it.” Blade said with arms crossed. “Come on, get on with it.” he urged you.