>>21160871Cassie slowly eyes the briefcase. “Things didn’t work out so well last time someone with a briefcase felt entitled to my time,” she replies.
“You’re gonna be interested in this blud, swear down.” ArKade unlocks the case, and slowly opens it. “Take a look at this.”
Cassie narrows her eyes as she looks into the case to see numerous small bags full of black and white powder, that blends together to create a grey visage. “They calling this shit Silver Fox, blud,” ArKade says. “Obsidian Rush mixed with cheap coke. Two of your men been skimming your product and reselling it like this near Hobopolis blud.”
Cassie takes another sip of her drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the shit, cuz. I know you run crime round these ends blud. But now you the boss and that you ain’t in touch with the streets the way I am, ya get me? That’s why you didn’t know about ‘Silver Fox’.” ArKade closes the briefcase. “But now you do. Thanks to me.”
“I take it you want something in return for your information?” Cassie asks.
