Armando continued on smoking ignoring his question entirely.
"You're cigar I'd amazing, better then the one's I own. Where'd you get it? I may need some one to hook me up. Hell who knows I could end up being an addict and their highest paying customer. Maybe make money out of it if I'm lucky" Armando as said.
But in his head he couldn't help but scoff. The life of the rich is truly greet. Even normal things a better.
"You still haven't answered my question! What are you doing here" Clark gritted out as he moved to his desk to pull out his gun but when he looked for it he didn't find it.
"Looking for this" Armando waved his gun at him and Clarks face bleached "Its a typical place to hide a gun... the drawer I mean."
At least in the movies it was. It was just his luck that Clark hid it there with all the bullets, so he didn't need to look for them. At least his luck hadn't completely died down.
