“You’ve brought it?”
Dreg motioned his left hand forward as he sat on a wooden chair in a darkly lit room. A tall, slender girl wearing a pearl colored bodysuit walked up from the darkness behind him and handed him a small green translucent microchip. He showed it to the rugged, unshaven man. “Where’s the money?”
The other man also motioned someone forward. A muscular man came into the light with a small tray. On the tray was a digital cash card. The card’s screen displayed $55,000,000 in crisp blue numbers.
Dreg handed the chip back to the girl.
The room had no windows and no other furniture other than the chair that Dreg and the other man sat on. The edges of the room were pitch black.
“Looks good,” Dreg said. His eyes looked intently into the other man’s. He pushed back his brown, neck length hair with a quick brush of his fingers. “By that I mean, did you really think you could try to screw me over and get away with it?”
Dreg motioned. The girl behind him stepped forward, raising her arm. A thin metallic sound pinged twice.
Blood poured from the small pierce through the man’s skull. The man holding the tray dropped to the ground dead.
The girl brought her arm down.
“I’m sick of these guys thinking they can do whatever they want,” Dreg said as he picked up the fake cash card. The girl looked at Dreg as if trying to say something.
“Okay, fine. We’re leaving,” he said. He turned around and motioned the girl towards the wall. She nodded, quickly stepped forward to the wall, and swiped her hand in front of it. A passage materialized and they left the room.