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Now this was fun what a nice little change. Clients never got to meet face to face, it was a rare opportunity to study another right up close and personal . . . 

‘The Black Market’ A catch-all term for the numerous underground and under-the-table business dealings that went on pretty much anywhere in the world. Belial’s natural environment one might even say, he thrived in it with these kinds of people, he adored it in an odd sort of way.

But it lacked something, it lacked a little personal touch of fun just for him- so when a seller comes-a-knockin ready to meet in person how can he turn them down. He picked a usual place, a not-so-shady bar an inconspicuous place. They’d just look like a couple of regulars having a early drink in the afternoon. This place was verified by the companies on the market so it was safe to have minor dealings and discussions here.

The happy lab worker calls over the bar tender for a quick drink, their selection unfortunately sucks, but that’s also the point he supposes. Just getting himself a few shots ready when a small ring-a-ding sounds out.

He wastes no time turning to the visitor- this had to be the one finally! He! He . . . Hm? He was kind of scrawny. Actually. Was that a slouch? Oh boy, what had he gotten himself into.