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>CONVINCE THEM YOU BELONG HERE… SUCCESS
You speak without thinking, just spouting off the first thing that comes to mind: “I had some business with Carlos and some club staff brought me back here, but then they had to run off. Think they said something about some ruckus on the main floor? Anyways, I got left on my own and decided to look for him, but I must have got turned around. Sorry for interrupting your game, fellas.” While you spin your web of bullshit, you can see the expressions on their faces soften, suspicion and annoyance at the interrupting being replaced by professional understanding. The one who called you out smiles a little and says “Oh it’s no problem sir, I just thought you were one of the guests. Carlos should be in his office up the stairs, I can take you there if you’d like?”
You flash your best grin and say “That’d be great, thanks.” He leads you out of the room and as the door shuts behind you you can hear the bleeps and bloops of the game starting up again. He takes you up the stairs, and then with a left turn down the hall, he takes you in front of a door with the words SECURITY posted on the front. “He should be right inside sir. Have a wonderful night.” And with that he walks off, presumably back to his game. You wait a moment before knocking on the door, trying to figure out just how you’re gonna play this.
Several moments pass with the door remaining impassively closed. You almost start to think that Carlos isn’t inside after all when you hear the lock get turned, and then the door swings open, revealing the same tall Mexican that you saw behind the DJ, and somehow he looks taller now than he did before. He sighs a bit when he makes eye contact with you and says in a thick Mexican accent “How’d you get back here? What do you want, gringo?” Gringo? Moving on, you say “I have business with you, Carlos. I’m gonna need your help with something.” To your surprise, he laughs at that, a deep, rumbling sound resounding deep within his chest. “Ohohahah! My help? That’s a good one, amigo. You know what? Why don’t you step inside my office, we should talk.”
The edge in his voice when he says ‘we should talk’ lets you know that it’s not a question, but a command. Oh well, you’ve gone this far, you’re not gonna run away when you’re so close to getting the info you need, and so you walk inside behind him without complaint. He takes a seat behind a big oak desk, and behind that is an array of computer screens showing over a dozen camera feeds from all over the club. He leans back, cracks his knuckles and says “So, what do you need my help with exactly, ese?”
Here we go…
