" You are?"
" My master, send me to deliver you a present." The bulky man pushed the other man motioning him to sit down.
" Who is your master?" Mason ignored the scrawny person because he wanted to know who he was dealing with first.
" You don't need to know." The person replied, seemingly devoid of any expression.
" It's hard to trust you. I will be putting everything on the line without even knowing who is helping me and why? I don't want to be a sacrificial lamb for your master's ambitions." Mason was a shrewd person; how else could he climb the ladder this much?
" It's up to you; we are not forcing you to accept our help. My only order was to deliver this man along with a message, " Check his tattoos." I will be going if we are done here?" He gave him nothing, only a hint.
" Check his tattoos? How is that going to help?" Mason was angry that he even considered taking such an offer.
