On the next day, in the afternoon time in the small artificial island named Garnet Island, a small car with four seats is driving on the highway of this island that connects mainly Ruby City. The car that is going sixty meters per. hour is having the colour red, the "original" colour most people would have on a car on the year 2027 to describe their sex time with girlfriend/wife, on the wrong period of time.
"Raj…" says a person with long hair, slim and wearing a suit with a red tie, just like Raj and Ramirez are wearing in this car he is driving. "You say you are a bounty hunter?"
"Yes." replies Raj to Lenard.
"Good. How much you've captured?"
"About a hundred and half if I remember."
"Not bad." says Lenard. "I've captured about four hundred and twenty."
"Wow!" says Raj impressed. "Since when you are here?"
"For about two years." says Lenard. "You?"
"More than that, but I mostly take jobs who are good for me or are close to me. You probably worked on all the three artificial islands."
"Correct." says Lenard. "A day I spent on Sapphire, another day on the Ruby, and the third one on Garnet."
"This man is always on the run." says Ramirez to Raj. "He is Hungarian."
"Hungarian? Thought you were Mongolian." says Raj surprised by this fact.
"I get that a lot. But at least we know how to pull out compared to the Mongolians."
"And you are in love with spices. Just like us." says Raj to Lenard.
"True that. I love Paprika."
The car makes a left turn, then it runs on the street for a while, after it takes a turn to the right and stops in front of a Bar. The bar it stopped at is one who is having the name of "Foreigners Bar". They stopped on this Bar because the owner of this place knows every foreigner who have crossed this island and lives here. This is the perfect place for this group to find valuable information about their next target, Mr. K.
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Inside this bar, the three people have entered the place. They see in this bar only six customers, all having different racial aspects that each other, and it is obvious because all hems are immigrants who have moved here because of a good job who is paying below 20 dollars per. hour, which is now the minimum wage of a normal job. At least Millennials have done something good when they have taken the lead of managers and throw out Boomers from their bosses working spot.
"Hey!" says the bartender in a broken English with a strong Serbian accent. "How can I help you?"
"We are looking for a Ukrainian." says Lenard and puts on the counter three bills of hundred.
"Ukrainian?" says the bartender taking the money from the counter and hides on his pocket pants. "I have some Ukrainians who have visited my bar today."
"We are looking for a certain Ukrainian. Mr. K goes by the name."
"Mr. K.?" asks the bartender scared. "I-I do not such a man by this name."
"You lie." says Ramirez to the bartender.
"Ramirez." says Lenard to his friend, and he looks at bartender. "Look. All I need is some valuable information about this man. For example, where he lives and if he always comes to this bar. I see you know this person."
"Yes. I know him. But the boy he is mute. He only comes here with Mr. Greg and some other associates. He always scribbles on a notepad when he talks with his Boss or texts him."
"But you do not know another person who knows him well?"
"If you say that. There is a guy…" he looks around to see if they are not being watched or a curious customer is taking a hearing on this. The bartender takes out a card from under table, he hands it to the three people. "This is the address. He used to be the sign language teacher of Mr. K. before he worked for Mr. Greg."
Lenard takes the card, he looks at it, together with the other three people he has come here with. All three men sees the card it reveals the image of this man, the address of where he is staying, a number phone, and also his job name. It looks more of a business card. Lenard thanks the bartender for this information, and he leaves the place, together with his two friends.
"We've got the info much quicker than I thought." replies Lenard to his friend's after they left the bar and are walking to the car with four seats. "It usually takes a lot more than money."
"Now what?" asks Raj. "We are going after him?"
"No." says Lenard. "We will call him and make a meeting. And there we will interrogate him to give all the information of Mr. K."
"If he doesn't?" asks Raj.
"Then Albert would do it." says Lenard.
"Whose Albert?" asks Raj to Ramirez.
"It's complicated." replies Ramirez to Raj's question.