Fate Plays Us All *(KBTBB Fanfic)*

The Meeting

*Third Person Point of View*

 "You sure there is a black market auction going on at Tres Spades?" the mysterious man turns to the other man in the car.

"Yes since it opened there have been auctions going on in the basement," the man confirms, handing the mysterious man a file.

" Why are you telling me this?" the mystery man looks through the file seeing all the incriminating evidence.

The man's voice takes on a sharp edge as he answers," let's just say, I didn't get exactly what I wanted."

"You do know once I leak this information to the police, there is a chance you will be arrested for participating in these auctions," he looks up from the file

" That's a risk I'm willing to take, the police are child's play compared to what the auction managers will do me if they found out I was the one who leaked the information," the man looks out of the car as it begins to rain.

" And all this because you didn't get the item you wanted?" the mysterious man glances back down to his lap where the file rests.

"Of course," the man smirks

The mysterious man shudders thinking about how very wrong everything could go,"Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Just makes sure never to breathe a word of this conversation and I'll consider it," the man voice has the edge to it again.

" You have my word," the mysterious man tries to repress another shudder, but fails, " How do I contact you when I finished the job?"

" There is a phone number in there," the man gestures to the file," And only use it when you have finished the job."

" Only contact you when I finish the job, got it," the mysterious man repeats the words for confirmation.

"Good, now get out," the man unlocks the car," and remember not one word."

The mysterious man gets out of the car and watches it speed away,"Pleasure doing business with you too." Opening his car he gets in and puts the files on the passenger seat and drives away anxious to get home and read them properly.

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" Yes, the files are safely in his hands," the man in the car says into the phone.

" And you sure he doesn't suspect a thing?" the man on the other line asks.

" Yes, I told him as much as he needed to trust us, but not enough to trace him back to you,' the car man confirms.

" Good, it's been a pleasure," the man on the other line chuckles.

"Likewise," replies the man in the car and hangs up the phone.

He came to a turn and tried to slow down to make it but his breaks weren't working. Before he had time to react he crashed into the guardrail. The force of the impact killed him instantly.