Seven people gathered in a room with a dark expression on their faces. Two of them were seated near a small table at the center of the room, while the rest stood around them. Every one of them was skinny and appeared to have experienced a lot of things in life.
"Brother Rodel, we can't survive if this continues! Our savings are starting to run dry and if we don't get any work, there's a chance that we will be forced to our old ways." said a scrawny man to the person on the other side of the table.
Karl fumed upon hearing his best buddy's choice of words. "We're not going back to those days! We know full well what happens to people in that job. They either get imprisoned when caught or killed when they resisted arrest. It could rake us some quick bucks but too troublesome to operate."
There are only limited things that could bring quick cash, and most of them are illegal in nature. Sale of unregistered firearms, drugs, and underground services.
