Inside the info room.
A table, a few chairs and a cabinet. It was a very simple room.
"Boss the transaction went without a hitch."
The guy who just entered turned towards a 50-year-old guy on a chair reading newspaper.
The supposed boss of this group smiled towards him.
"Great! This transaction had a lot of money on it. With this money we can even expand towards the west side of city."
This was a group of information gatherers with a bit of reputation in the black market. Right now there are only 2 people in this room. Others are out gathering info.
The boss and the other guy chatted for a while and decided to drink as well.
"Boss I think we should get together sometime soon to properly celebrate."
The transaction this time was big and so were the risks and everyone worked hard to gather info.
"You are right we should how about this weekend."
They chatted about different topics.
In the blink of an eye an hour passed.
*knock*knock*
As both of them were chatting someone knocked at the door.
Both of them stopped chatting and looked at the door seriously since it was the knocking with a rhythm to it but not their code. It felt as if someone tried to copy their code and failed miserably.
The boss signaled with his eyes. The other guy nodded and inched his way towards the door with a standard laser gun in hand.
The boss also slowly drew his gun. The room was already soundproof. Sound can come in but it won't go out but still they decided to be careful.
Eyes of the boss were glued to the door and so were the other guy's.
Both of them failed to notice the chair on which the boss sat on was already in the air.
Thud!
The chair hit the boss's head and he fell unconscious. The other guy turned back to see what happened.
But before he could react a punch came from behind him and hit him on the head, knocking him unconscious as well.
Then a figure appeared in the room. The figure started dragging both of them.
After sometime the eyes of the boss opened.
He looked left and right.
He was on his usual chair behind the desk.
The other guy was on his left unconscious and tied.
In front of him sat a figure completely clad in black. Judging from the chest it was obvious it was a female.
You could only see the eyes of this figure and nothing else. The eyes were white in color.
In front of him she sat casually.
The boss started sweating cold. He had a lot of questions on mind.
Who is she? How did she get in? What does she want?
"Who are you?"
The boss asked warily.
"White"
"What?"
"I am white."
She sounded mysterious.
The boss had a look of confusion on his face. There was no one in the city with that name. At least no one he knew of. His info network may not be the largest but it was a good sized one.
"What do you want?"
He changed his question.
"Information."
He narrowed his eyes at the reply.
"You know we don't work for free. Are you hoping to get info by force? If that is the case, then I don't have any other choice but know that all mafia families of the city have stake in the black market. Naturally I have one backing me as well if you do anything to us, you will be chased by the entire underworld and will have no place in this city."
She chuckled at his words.
"You really think a small family is enough to scare us away. They won't even be able to find us rather than deal with us. Besides I think we are more valuable to them rather than a small timer like you."
She pointed at the mirror to his right.
"And I believe I have already paid in full."
The boss looked at what she was pointing at.
He froze. Shock clearly visible on his face.
His wrinkles were gone, hair was no longer completely white and his eye sight felt better as well.
"H-How?"
He asked in bafflement. Before he was just a bit above 50 but now he looked about 40 in age.
She showed him a syringe which was in her hand.
"Just a simple drug."
He was in information business so he connected the dots.
After a few seconds he said seriously.
"So it was you guys who were doing that."
He figured that she was with the people who were behind the recent people getting younger case. She constantly referred herself as 'us' so it was easy for him to know that she was not being arrogant but probably referring to the organization she represents.
"Yes"
She replied.
"Now give me information."
Thinking about it he was in bit of an awkward situation. He was paid in 10 years of life back but he failed to notice it because he was busy panicking about being held hostage by her. He threatened her but knowing about the age reversing drug he understands that no mafia will ever want to make an enemy out of such organization not for him and not for anyone.
"What do you want to know?"
Putting behind the awkwardness in his heart he asked her.
"Everything."
"Huh."
"All information that you have acquired which is still relevant to this day and everything you know about this city's underworld."
"E-Everything. Making documents of all that will take time and we trade info on one to one basis, selling that much is too much even-"
"10 years."
She glared at him.
"10 years were paid to you for this job. I believe you are incapable of repaying that much even in next 10 years. But I am only asking you for some info in exchange for it yet you still want to haggle? Know this, it does not matter what age the dead body has. Young, old, man, woman all receive little or perhaps no mourning before being thrown in a ditch we call grave."
The boss froze and bit his lips.
What he said was just his age old habit of haggling with the customer kicking in with the astonishment of her demands.
She said to him after a pause in a slightly angry voice.
"You have 3 hours. Summarize the info and provide documents to me or else this will be your grave."
The boss immediately got to work with not even a second to spare under the cold gaze of a girl who calls herself white.