A Deal Gone Sour { Open }

Yerik paced quickly back and forth—he had a deal going on for tonight, and the buyer was late. Very late. Annoyed and a little uneasy, his grip on the backpack he had over his left shoulder was tight—there would be no way he was letting it out of sight or out of mind. With the amount of drugs he had packed up inside of it, it'd be a huge lose if it got into someone else's hands. And there was no way he was going to allow that. He was perfectionist, and he always made sure he did his job well. But this was the first time they've ever done business with this particular buyer, so if the buyer was with the cops, then he knew he'd have to make a run for it. Cops always come in packs, and he knew better than to go against a whole group. He wouldn't even have time to call for backup. Running was truly his only option. But of course the buyer wanted to meet in an alleyway. There were only two ways to go if they did come, and he had no doubt they'd cover both sides. But hopefully, he wouldn't have to worry about that.

He growled as he grew inpatient. When exactly was this buyer going to show? He continued to pace back and forth, back and forth—it made him feel like a lion inside of a cage. And he didn't like it one bit. All this pacing around was just making him more uneasy. His job was risky, and he knew that full well. But that never stopped him from getting a pump of adrenaline. He absolutely loved that feeling—the way it just shot up in his body. It was better than any drug he's had before. And trust him, he's had his fair share back when he was in the Russian military. But he had to calm down. In order to do so, he decided maybe he should sit down for a bit. So he did exactly that—his legs spread wide apart as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. His eyes lurked around the area. Still no sign of the buyer. Bored, he took his gun out of its holster, putting it on safety, and began to swing it around from the trigger with his free hand. He sighed heavily. Maybe the buyer just wasn't going to show up. He wondered if he could play with his eve weapon just like he could play with this weapon, but he had a feeling it wouldn't work out the same. So, he simply let it be.

After a good twenty minutes of waiting, he finally stood back up, Putting his gun back onto fire, he holstered it back where he kept it. Out of sight, and out of mind. It wouldn't be wise to get caught with a weapon. Gun laws were very strict in Japan, after all. His jacket was long enough to hide it luckily. Kicking the ground, he started growling again. When would this buyer show? If they didn't show up in a few, he was out. It's been over an hour. His crew wouldn't get at him for leaving when the buyer was taking this long. Especially for such a heavy deal. He cussed some under his breath. This was going to be a big payout, and he was originally looking forward to it, but now it might not even happen. He already had plans to celebrate the payout with his servamp. He was the one that convinced Yerik to consider it. A night out in town didn't sound so bad. But again, probably won't even happen. Not tonight anyways. He'd have to save up while working for his day job. He had to admit, he did like treating the vampire to nights out like this. It was warm out, and the breeze hit against your skin ever so gently. Consider it his way of showing affection.

It wasn't before long he decided to start heading towards the way he came. And it certainly wasn't long before he heard footsteps behind him. Curious, he continued walking, wanting to see exactly how far this meeting would go. Once he got closer and closer to the exit, he turned around, quickly grabbing his gun and pointing it at the one behind him. If they were still following him this far and haven't said a word, maybe they were planning an ambush. Maybe they were planning a murder. Whatever it was, he wouldn't stand for it.
"Any weapons you have, slowly throw them on the ground or I'll shoot. Any sudden movements, and I will shoot. You have one shot for survival." He snarled in a low voice. He had to keep his voice low—what if someone near the exit was close enough to hear them? Thinking about it, he started to move back further into the alley, making sure to keep his gun on the person before him.
"Slowly step back and tell me why you were following me." He demanded. He would get an answer, and he'd make sure of it. Then it hit him. What if this person was the buyer? He thought about asking, but that'd be too risky of a move. If they didn't turn out to be the buyer, then they would probably ask what was being bought. And one thing would lead to another.