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The Flaming Spark

Passing through the rather boring, colorless and simple-constructed city, Myke was smiling madly. A tingling, mild sensation of something unknown, new and exciting was coursing intensely through him. Boy, that phone call couldn't have a better timing, when all of his work was just easy, stupid kid’s homework and teachings.

Finishing his delievery of homework and paperwork, Myke arrived 5 minutes early on the meeting place. Few flame-painted pillars and a burning font on the bilboard made "Hot Caffe" stand out in a 10 kilometer radius, making it on Myke's top 10 list of favorite places (which was mostly consisted of boring, but easy-spotting places).

Inside, the place was huge with sparkling glass tables and polished wooden chairs while the orange paint ran across the floor and walls to the bar.

He greeeted the owner in his usual way, by shouting and little insulting. "Eya, fatty! How's it goin'?" Myke yelled at the bartender while walking toward him, "Still heatin' things up with your belly?"

"Keep talkin' like that youngin', and you'll surpass meh!" replied the bartender, then he smiled "that style ain't suitable for ya at all, kiddo."

"Yeah, sorry Barney" Myke apologised with a small head bow when he sat in front of the bartender Barney, "You can guess why I'm here."

Barney was 55 years old and he looked and acted like one of those western movie, walrus-like bartenders who constantly cleaned their bar (beside the fact that he was failing with his texan accent). In a way, he actually was one of them, as he always acted as a guardian toward Myke. Barney and Myke had a long story going, but in short, Barney was a father figure to Myke, even though he was at the beggining poor and powerless.

"Yah, I know, one of your crazy ass jobs, huh?" Barney shook his head "I can't tell ya if ya should quit or go on, being both of them quite dangerous for ya." And he was right. Myke's health was already on verge of destruction by fat since he wasn't physically active for a long time.

Myke smiled: "Hey, don't worry, I'll be alright. I've been doing some training to keep myself in combat state!" Barney just shrugged and poured him the usual treat, 'Sweet-tooth's Heaven', which made Myke raise his eyebrow "Wait, don't tell me they're already here for the job?"

"Hell yeah she is!", Barney winked, "A hot litlle missy is in da meeting room, you caught a nice prey."

Although Myke was usually level-headed, he blushed tomato-red. He grabbed his sweet : "Will you ever stop that, pops!? I'm going!"

While the bartender muttered something and chuckled, Myke was making his way to the back of the caffe. 'The Meeting Room' as they called it, was an isolated part of caffe where both Myke and Barney mostly disscussed their bussiness, just two caffe tables isolated by walls.

Myke recalled some of the jobs he made there, some which were really nasty that he had to immediately push them to the back of his head if he wanted to eat some of his sweet. It wasn't even the second spoon when he arrived in front of the meeting room, but something was different. First, although the caffe was huge, he would eat half of the sweet by the time he got there. Second, Barney always tells Myke how many people come and what they look like. Two ruffians in front and screams from inside of the room weren't in the report.