"How about it?" He grinned. "I'll pay you ten times what the cops are giving you."
CRACK.
At that moment Lucas' fist slammed onto the table, rattling the entire room.
"Shut the hell up." Lucas' voice was cold, dangerous.
The smirk vanished from the man's face.
Lucas leaned in, his glare sharp as a blade.
"Tell us what we came for. Now."
The room tensed.A heavy pause.
Then, the informant let out a small breath, shaking his head.
"Alright, alright," he muttered.
He adjusted in his seat, his expression turning serious.
"There's a shipment coming in this weekend."
At that moment Lucas and Kai exchanged a glance.
"What shipment?" Kai asked, his tone low.
The man leaned back, crossing his arms.
"The gang that stole the key? They're making a trade."
Lucas' eyes narrowed.
"A trade? For what?"
The man's lips curled into something between a smirk and a warning.
"A high-tech computer." Lucas and Kai both stiffened.
