Chapter Seventy-One.

The darkness seemed to reify the mystery that lingered in the tense air between them. The sound of a revving motorcycle drew close before coming to a halt and his heavy hands parted open the clanging metal doors. “Have you got anything?” A raucous voice echoed from behind the desk, a hat atop the bearer’s head as a silhouette that outlined his frame—amask behind whose face was hidden.

The man before him cupped his chin in defeat. “Nothing.” His calm voice was towered the raging man’s and a group of men in leather jackets seemed to close in on him. “Do you know how much time we have left—not much!” The man sparked for whatever reason, only his glinted eyes to be seen the dark.

“I’m sorry” Came a shrill voice from the other and you could tell how much everyone in the dark room seemed to fear the man behind the desk—“I don’t want your apologies” He rudely struck out his hands.

“All i want is for that bastard to pay back what he owes me” He added.

“I’m trying—“

“You tried and you failed,