I could tell the man holding me didn't believe a word I had said, but I was being completely honest. A deal had been made for his dinner, his favorite gun, and his favorite knife. All he had to have was a bit of trust, and he would see.
"Okay," smiled the man, walking through the door with a giant four on it. "My place is on the 22nd floor, so it will be nice not to have to walk up the stairs.
Just as the door closed behind us, I heard a voice calling out, "Hey, Tank, what's up, man?"
"Not much, Solo," grunted my guard… Tank. "Just taking my treasure back home. You?"
"Apparently, I've got front gate duty," sighed the new man, Solo. "You wouldn't know anything about that… right?"
