"What do you mean?" A man in a dark green shirt hissed.
The loud music in the club was making it very difficult to hear over.
"I mean," the lady who was the informant hesitated, clearly ill at ease, "that this will definitely get us all killed but we have no other choice."
A gorgeous blond in very skimpy clothes approached the two as they sat whispering inside a booth of the club.
The male in the dark green shirt shooed her away.
"There's no way it's that serious, surely?"
The informant sighed, "It definitely is. The boss is drinking too much these days. His behaviour is more erratic than ever. His secretary told me he has been thinking about this all week."
"Thinking about what?" The male demanded irritably.
The informant took a staggering breath, "You know our gang isn't the strongest in the country."
The make looked annoyed, "What? We wiped out at least three others in the last year. We're definitely growing."
