"Business, you say," The goon asked.
"Black market business. I have a supply of merch if he wants," Lance responded.
"What kind of merch? Powder?" Rigor teased. "Dealers, are we?
"The Unitech merch that he advertised," Lance replied, ignoring Rigor.
The goon did not answer but he gestured both visitors to invite them for an inspection and took themselves at the end of the stairs where the door stood.
Rigor did the inspection, he insisted. He trained his hands over Damian's body without missing an inch, except for the groin of course. He had these deathly stares towards Damian during his search but the latter effortlessly complied, emotionless and arms widespread.
His handgun was already submitted in the box full of other weapons, knives, handguns, even iron knuckles, and other small weapons easy to smuggle inside Bloomforge border security.
