Simon didn't lower his gun, his eyes narrowing at the figure as they stepped closer, their polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor.
The firelight from the smoldering barrels cast long shadows across their face, highlighting sharp features and an unsettling calm.
"You have my attention," Simon said flatly, his tone cutting through the smoky air. "Start talking before I put a hole in your head."
The figure chuckled, a low, almost amused sound. "Straight to the point. I like that about you, Simon. Efficiency. Precision. A man after my own heart."
Simon tilted his head slightly, his grip on the gun unwavering. "You're wasting my time."
"Am I?" the figure countered, raising an eyebrow. "You've caused quite a stir tonight. This little... fireworks display. It's impressive, truly. But you've also made enemies — powerful ones. They'll come for you, sooner or later. Unless, of course, you're willing to entertain a proposition."
