Stinger flicked the ash off his blunt onto the ashtray. He rocked his chair back and forth. It creaked with every movement. His dirt-coloured boots were kicked up on the table Dennis had just cleaned. Dennis shrugged away the annoyance. Stinger hissed his teeth as if trying to suck in more smoke.
"You got some nerve asking me for help."
Dennis shut the door behind him, and the music from the loud bar quieted "Technically, you came to me." He didn't know Stinger would find him so soon after he sent the message. Well, he was always efficient.
"Don't act smart with me," Stinger said gruffly. "What you want?"
Dennis surveyed the dimly lit room. The incandescent lamp gave it a yellow hue that made it difficult to see Stinger's face. Dennis pulled up a chair. "Nice to see you too old friend."
Stinger took his feet down and pushed his chair back. "You're wasting my time."
"Wait, I got a job," Dennis said holding his hand out to stop him.
Stinger didn't stop but his pace toward the door slowed.
"Two million dollars, all we have to do is set off a bomb," Dennis continued.
He stopped and turned. "What kind of bomb?"
Dennis smiled widely. He had his attention now. Stinger did enjoy a good explosion. "Have a seat."
"You have two minutes." Stinger declared as he took his seat again and placed his mud-stained boots on the table.
"Can you at least take your feet off the table, I just cleaned it?"
"Fuck you."
"Okay." Dennis leaned back in his chair. "So I got a client, he wants us to release this biochemical bomb. Ten million dollars and we split it down the middle."
"Biochemical? I don't do that."
"I know but it's good money."
"What you need me for? You set off the bomb, take the money."
"I could but," Dennis leaned in closer. "They asked for you explicitly. You know how to set these things up. I just bring in the business. Remember Lamb Town?"
Stinger smirked. "Yes, it was when I promised I'd kill you if I ever see you again." A huge puff of smoke covered Stinger's face.
"I know and also when we pulled off the biggest explosion yet."
Stinger got up again and strode toward the door. He needed some convincing. "I'll give you more to make up for the shit I stole. How about you take 6 mil and I take 4."
"I don't want your money."
Dennis's smile faded. His heart rate quickened. He was losing out on one of the biggest deals in his career. He should've known Stinger wouldn't react to money. All that mattered was who was getting bombed, where, and the boom.
Dennis sped up and quickly blocked his passage.
"Move."
"Would it help if I told you, we're not just bombing any random community? This time it's the big guns. We're going after the mayor," he lied.
Stinger's eyes widened and we smiled. "Well, why didn't you say that?"
