The darkened figure sat down with the man at his table, offering him a small glass of vodka.
"Do you not remember me? I had supposed not. Though you are here, so you must remember to some extent." said the man.
"This is what I had for you if I failed. But I have not, and have been here waiting for you. And yes, I'm sure I have the right person. You haven't changed a bit." stated the man plainly, staring the other in the eyes.
He withdrew the briefcase from under the table, opening it, revealing 10 million standard sirius credits.
"This was for you, if I failed. But I have not. If you remember that is. I don't think you will, it was a long time ago. We were younger then. But it was only now that we meet so far ahead of time." said the man.
"Back when we were younger this was a lot of money, but now it seems a reminiscent of a forgotten tube of synth paste lying in the gutter. Though if you still want the money, I have an important task for you. It shall not take you long, minutes in fact, if you do it well. Interested?" asked the man.
The man got up and refilled his drink by himself, leaving credits by the counter. The barman might be old, but he knew when people were stealing and would not hesitate to use force. A large lump on his head had made him learn that lesson.
He sat back down with a full drink, staring once again into the other man's eyes.
