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We walked up the steps to the raised level where the tables were towards the dimly lit table in the VIP area. One bodyguard gave Steve a pat-down and another was about to give me one when Steve interjected,

"Hey what are you expecting to find in that thing a bazooka, she could hide a business card let alone a weapon just leave the lady alone won't you?," said Steve as more of a warning rather than a question. The man looked back at his boss who gave him a nod before they let us pass. Alessandro Santiago was a snake of a man, he was average height and was lean but muscular, his black hair was slicked back and he had a scar running through the edge of his left eyebrow. He was dressed in a white suit and had a smile that would have sent shivers running down your arms. We had rings on every finger and alligator shoes and when he smiled his right canine was gold with a diamond in it. He shook Steve's hand as he sat down,

"Ah Mr Foster it is a pleasure to finally put a face to he name, and you must be his beautiful girlfriend, Natalie." He said an took my hand and kissed it before looking up at me, his lips and gaze lingering too long,

"Please, call me Steve and it's fiancé now," said Steve, saving me like the gentleman he was. And Santiago looked at the ring on the hand he still had in his grasp,

"But of course it is," he said and backed off a little but not much as he watched my chest as I took a seat and sat extra close to Steve. He put his arm around my shoulders and I leant into his chest and put on hand between his knees. "Now Steve what can I do for you and your lovely fiancé?" said Santiago glancing at my chest again, the man had not once looked me in the eye.

"Well Mr Santiago, Nat and I are wanting to get into your area of business, you see we are quite well known in Florida and along the eastern seaboard but we were hoping to expand our business and we thought that you seemed like the best and wanted to take our business in a similar dicrection to yours." Said Steve trying to sell it without sounding needy,

"Well Mr Foster you should know that my clientele is very different to that of drug dealers and hoodlums like so many are in Florida and many of those people are not to be meddled with by a boy and his cheap girl now if you will excuse me," said Santiago as he began to rise,

"Mr Santiago we may seem young and far too fresh-faced to be into the line of work such as yours however don't let that fool you, we are after a very specific clientele which we've heard you are privy to. Now, we may seem like a boy and his cheap girl but let me warn you that we are not to be made enemies with or underestimated as you have clearly done, as that would be very unwise on your part now are you going to run home to your empty mansion or are you going sit down so we can strike a business deal?" I said getting tired of his prejudice. Santiago looked rather shocked but he sat down disdainfully and waited, it was then that I signalled to bring over a briefcase we had left earlier. I took the briefcase from him and set it down on the table,

"In this case there are the codes to twelve Russian missiles that are itching to be released, it also contains the co-ordinates to six submarines all housing American intelligence. Finally it contains the blueprints for three different new weapons of mass destruction and where and who they are going to be used on. If that is does not sound promising then so be it, we will walk away and you won't hear from us however, I know that it does so you are going to contact your superiors and set up a meeting because this will go way higher than your paygrade," I finished and watched his eyes widen with each description of what was in the box, by the end his mouth was actually hanging open. When he realised that it was open and shut it immediately and tried to find words to form a response,

"What higher ups there's only me," he said stumbling over his words, I sighed at his answer,

"The people you represent are far too smart to come to the first meetings, they use you to weed out the weak candidates, you see Alessandro," I said leaning forward into the light, "Your clients are very important men, with very important agendas, they don't have time to sort with every guy that can sell a couple of Berettas on the street and decide he wants to take over the world, my fiancé and I are not looking to take over the world, we are simply looking to be a part of the downfall of the western civilisation," I finished and before Santiago could even release the whimper that had been building in his chest a man with a German accent called from another table in the shadows to Steve,

"You should have let her done all of the talking".