With my soul soothed a bit and mana replenished by a large mana crystal I carried with , I was ready to get to the eting.
As I walked slowly through the tourist-oriented streets with their many shops and clubs, they gave way to the city's more mundane, lived-in areas. Simple houses and streets with music replaced by the everyday noise of the city. Until finally, I could tell I was getting closer and closer to the ‘bad part’.
The amount of filth lying around increased alongside the holess and unsupervised children running around, or their older siblings sitting in doorways, smoking, and drinking. Thankfully, I gave off a natural do-not-approach vibe, which seed to be back in full force after I got a good rest, so unless soone was really dead set on bothering , they shouldn't approach on a whim.
The eting place turned out to be a bar. An old sign with sothing that had probably once been a drawing of a beer bottle hung over old doors. I made my way inside and looked around. There were a couple of sturdy tables with wooden chairs around them, a couple of locals sitting on stools at the counter giving not-so-friendly looks, and an old, probably once green, pool table that had seen better days.
The air slled of sweat. The aroma was not helped in the slightest by the slowly rotating fan on the ceiling. It was a typical bar. A typical bar, if not for one detail. I chuckled and silently cast a spell. Good thing the cat gave a heads-up, as I knew to look for sothing.
Finally, my eyes caught the policewoman sitting in the corner with a laptop and a half-empty bottle of beer.
“Hello,” she said and lifted her eyes from the laptop. “I'm glad you didn’t get cold feet.”
I smiled at her and sat down at the table. “So the info?”
“Why so formal? It's after office hours, you should get sothing to drink. The beer is actually not so bad here. And a cold beer is perfect for a hot Brazilian night.”
I considered the offer. I wasn't much of a drinker, but since it made talking easier, I could go for one. “Okay, why not?”
I went to the bar and ordered the sa one she was drinking.
“So why this place?” I asked, sitting back down.
“It’s safe. Any high-class establishnt has informants on informants, from the staff to the owners. But here, nobody would bother. It’s just a shithole bar,” She proclaid not lowering her voice even a little. The guy behind the bar seed to overhear us as he gave her a side eye, but did not make a fuss. “Also, I like the atmosphere here. It’s calm, no stiffness.”
I took a swig and cringed a bit. “Well, I do see the charm of a small local bar, although the only good part about that beer is that it’s cold.”
“Heh, didn't take you for the stiff kind of guy. Thought this place you would feel right at ho.”
“Was that a complint?”
“Sort of,” she shrugged. ”I prefer simple, honest people over the suits with their fake hair, fake makeup, and fake smiles. Even at a cost of the beer tasting like piss.”
Simple and honest, you couldn't be further from the truth, but I’ll chalk that up to her trying to get on my good side for the info. “Well, at least it’s cold piss.”
“At least. To the honest people and honestly bad beer, then.” She raised her bottle a bit, and I followed, taking a big gulp.
Honestly, it grew on you. I could imagine that by the third, I would be able to enjoy it even. As my father said, alcohol tastes better the more you drink it. What a wise man.
But sadly, I doubt we would get to the third beer tonight. “Okay, I think it’s ti to get down to business. We can drink later to celebrate a fruitful exchange.”
As I said that, I saw a brief glint in her eyes. “Okay, show what you got.”
“You first. I get the clients' list and locations. You get the rest of my info. I showed you part of it, so you know I can follow through. Now it's your turn.”
“Sure.” She agreed easily, a bit too easily, and handed a docunt a couple of pages long.
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I went over it. All I recognized were the nas of a couple of more prominent politicians and so people from the SkyJet board of directors. From the information, it seed they all frequented the sa clubs, probably the ones for special clients.
It wasn’t a confirmation that the girl was in one of those, but it was a start, especially since I would probably soon be getting more intel.
“Are you happy? Did you get what you wanted?” the woman asked, noticing I was done with the list.
“Very much so.”
“So, now, your part of the deal, the information on the smuggling. I would also like to know where that information originated from.”
My smile got even wider at those words. I tilted forward as if about to reveal so deep secret. “I like that. I really do like the way you work. No wonder you can keep the whole thing running this well.”
“What are you-”
“I thought you might give a fake list.” I cut her off before she finished the sentence. “But just in case I knew more than I let on, you gave the original to ensure I didn’t suspect anything, and I wouldn’t have, to your credit, I had a bit of a heads up. You didn’t mind giving so info, of course, as you were sure I wouldn’t be walking out of here alive.”
I made eye contact as the woman's gaze hardened. Her hand moved slightly towards sothing under the table, probably a gun prepared there.
“Have the face of anti trafficking work for you to get all the info, that's really smart, I assud the police are on the payroll, but you, you got fooled,” I said, genuinely impressed. “No wonder you got the info so quickly, you just asked at the source,” I chuckled.
“The whole story about being trafficked when younger, it all seed so sincere. But you fucked up with the setup. The guys at the bar are great, though,” I said, turning to them, ignoring the sound of safety coming off the pistol, and waved thumbs up to the clients at the bar now turned to us, ready for action.
“Okay,” Sarah said, pointing a gun at my head, stopping the whole policewoman charade, “And how did you find out, you know, for future reference if you don't mind?” She said with a cold, flat tone.
“Aweso setup, but the morons at the pool table, now that's where you screwed up. It would seem suspicious if we sat next to any other table of people, as the whole point was to do the transaction silently. So you sat in the far right corner, but you wanted the muscle close just in case, as you probably didn’t get any info on before the exchange. So instead of sitting more people closer, you moved the pool table towards the corner where they could react and cut off from the exit.”
I shifted in my seat and pointed at the floor next to the pool table. “But you left the drag marks in the dust where the table stood, probably an hour ago. And also, the goons put random balls in the holes as if they were pretending to play while listening to us.” Well, that and the peek I took at her aura the mont I noticed, without training, normal people don’t know how to conceal their killing intent.
The pool table man's expression soured as I turned back to the woman, now pointing a gun at my face.
“Well, aren't you observant? It's a pity you still fell for it. Maybe if you had bolted for the door imdiately when you noticed sothing, you could have had a chance. But now we will take a ride to so place where you will tell us how you got the info, and who gave you a ‘heads up’, Mr John.” The na John was clearly said, laced with irony.
The n at the bar stood up, showing so guns in holsters under the loose shirts, and a couple got baseball bats from under the counter for less lethal ans of coercion, I assu.
“Well, the ride sounds lovely. But I'm afraid that with you turning out to be a traitor, I have even less ti in case your higher-ups decide to move what I'm interested in, so I'm afraid I can't keep you company.”
The won and n chuckled to themselves.
“But there is one thing I'm curious about before we start," I said with genuine curiosity in my voice.
“Shoot your shot.” Apparently entertained by the whole situation, the woman shrugged, sure of her win. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovelfire
“The story about your trafficking when you were younger, was it real? I an, it's hard to fake with the international attention you are getting.”
“More or less, went for a shady job offer as a young teen, but bolted out of there before anything worse happened. But I got interested in that world after that, and my work at first was honest. That's why no one caught on. At the beginning, I was as clean as crystal, and now Francis still gives wins sotis to maintain my image and divert attention from the more lucrative business.” She tilted forward with the gun. “At first, I worked hard for justice, but do you know what I found out? No one gives a shit. All the politicians and those supposedly in charge of upholding the law simply take the money and keep things quiet. Everywhere I went, I t their backs turned and political walls. Everyone was getting on with their lives, enjoying themselves, patting each other on the back over a job well done after busting so low-level criminals. I ran into dead ends. It got tiring, you know. So if you can’t beat them…”
“Right.” I nodded absently.
“Are you gonna give a speech about believing in one's ideals, or how things work out in the end if you keep going? Because if you think you can get to let you go, then please don’t waste my ti.”
“Well, I‘m not one for moralizing others, although from all criminal activities, you chose one of the most disgusting ones, and coming from , that’s quite the insult. But I try not to judge one's thods. Honestly, I get not wanting to run in circles, although joining the other side instead of resigning was a bit of a greedy, dick move.” I comnted.
“Well, money makes the world turn, now move,” she waved her gun at the exit.
“Or what?” I tilted my head, letting a bit of amusent show on my face.
“Are you stupid? You'll get a bullet to the knee first, then higher.”
“Oh, but how will you pull the trigger without a finger…”
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