There was a distinctive silence within the restaurant that overflowed with blistering killing intent, with bystanders watching from outside. The staff huddled in the kitchen behind a set of double doors, listening.
Hilda pocked her palms out of her pocket and stared grimly at Altair. "You expect me to believe that? You who have a target on his head would accept the challenge of anyone for a few coins?" She scuffed as if she would believe such a thing.
Altair glanced at his neurolink HUD at the time and sighed. "How long is the food going to take!" He shouted, sensing the fools in the kitchen all watching. "Hells. And as for you..." He turned to Hilda. " Believe me, don't believe me. I don't particularly care. But those are my terms. First Circles pay, 10, Second a 100, third 1000, fourth… well, you can do basic math, right?"
