>>5925943>>5925920>>5925908>>5925898You schedule a meeting with them, there’s very little they can do unless they somehow pull out another magic user from who knows where, and even if they do you highly doubt they’ll ever be able to order someone as powerful as Schadenfreude again.
It’s not hard to convince them to talk to you, and you’re treated as a V.I.P guest, since the last thing they want is to piss off the guy that slaughtered their home base as a side hustle. You do wonder if there are rules about using your powers as openly as you did back then, or if it’s the agency that works overtime to make sure the magical world stays hidden for the common man.
You’re asking yourself this because you have to meet them in some kind of strip club, and you’re sure most people here are regular joe who don’t know anything about the game. They might have picked this place specifically so you wouldn’t try anything that would result in civilian casualties.
You present yourself to the bouncer, and tell them you’re expected here. Without even looking at his list, he lets you in with a wave of his hand, and you enter the club. It’s loud, it’s bright, and it’s full of things Etsy would normally kill you for seeing. You almost let the intrusive thoughts win and disrupt the bra of one of the dancers, but you’re not stupid enough to actually go through with it.
The meeting doesn’t happen in a private room like you’d hoped, there’s a scarlet sofa where both you and the mobster sit opposite of each other, only separated by a small square table. You say that you’re here because you want to know the location of the peeping-eye. The mobster scoffs, saying that all they know is that they have to put the money at a certain spot, and then the whole briefcase disappears the moment they do. Or he has another magic user to teleport stuff to them, or his power also involves teleportation, which wouldn’t surprise you considering he seems to have eyes everywhere.
You ask him when the next cash drop happens, and he says it’ll happen in a couple of days. However, if they learn that they’re trying anything fancy, they might release very bad stuff that rival gangs could use to disrupt their operations. So, they ask for an upfront payment of 100K before they tell you where the cash drop happens to cover any potential mishaps.
You answer by reversing the cocktail he just drank to make him puke, then you disrupt it again to splash the water in his face. You have to admit, it feels kind of nice to mess with people like this, but maybe you’re only enjoying it because it’s on someone you aren’t fond of.
It doesn’t take much longer for him to cough up the location of the cash drop. You don’t waste time and leave the club the moment you got what you came here for, clubs aren’t your thing and if you accidentally catch sight of a nipple Etsy might actually kill you.
