Cardamine, cardamine, everybody wants cardamine.

[equinosz]

-There are clothes in the wardrobe, food will be sent up shortly and I'm away to scout the area.

Than he left the room. He didn't want to leave the girl, until she was awake. She was resting during the whole day, but finally Ray could go out to search for the third crate. The hotel he found was a decent one, but at the edge of a poor district. At least the crate was nearby. Following the signal, he entered the narrow streets, full of shady people, beggars, thieves and who knows what not. This was the dark side of the beautiful planet Los Angeles.

The signal lead him deep into the ghetto to a bar. It has already got dark, so the read neon showing the bar's name could be seen from far. Den of Demons.

Entering the bar the first thing which he saw was almost nothing. At least he could barely see anything from the smoke. It took him a few seconds, till his eyes managed to focus. The place was a quite big one. To the right several tables around a small platform, where a girl was dancing. Several men and women were playing cards at the tables, only a few was watching the show. Behind these tables there was the counter. Two girls, wearing almost nothing, were laughing with a man, who was clearly under the effects of excessive cardamine use. To the left there were many private boxes, all of them full with guests and dancers.

Ray walked over the bar, and asked for a beer. The bartender asked something of him, but he couldn't hear anything from the music. He leaned closer, and the bartender showed him a small package of cardamine.

[color=#3366FF]-Do you want some?

-I want a lot more, than just this small package.

The bartender put away the package, and motioned Ray to follow. They went through a corridor, with several rooms to the two sides. One of the doors was open. Someone enjoyed the company of one of the dancers. They went into a room at the back. The room itself was huge, with several billiard tables, big
leather sofas and a bunch of man playing cards in the middle of the room. A girl was lying in one of the corners, another near her intoxicated. As Ray entered one of the men stood up and grabbed a pistol from the table.

-Who the ***** is that?

-He wants a bigger package.

-Fool! You simply took him here? And what if he's a cop? Get out of here you idiot! -the bartender left the room very fast. -So who are you?

-I think you have something, what I need.

-I have lots of thing, what others want. Why should I give it to you?

-You may find yourself dead within your little den, if you don't give me what I want.

The man started laughing.

-Look kid, there were many before, who tried to threaten me and I'm still here. And where are they? Most of them lies somewhere deep in the ocean, with a nice concrete shoe. So get your ass out of here before I loose my patience.-he was almost shouting at the end.

-As you wish- Ray's tone was ironic, but he changed that to rather frightening- but I'll be back soon, to take, what's mine.

He left the bar, without any further accident, and hurried back to the hotel room.

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