"Deal?" he said, extending his hand toward me. I hesitated then reached out. Frank thought he had the upper hand, and in a sense he did. What he didn't know was that whether he agreed to this or not, I'd be walking out of this building with what I want. This way is just simpler, and cleaner. We give three firm shakes and the deal is sealed.

I turn and nod to the cadet who stands a few paces back. He raises his cuff to speak to our tech team behind the building, likely telling them to remove the C4 charges from the walls and to send the money in. I look back at Frank and find his calculating gaze scrutinizing my every aspect. My light colored hair, dark skin, and undeniable youth.

"How old are you, kid? Surely, you have some old master running the show and you're just the puppet he guides." I chuckle and adjust the gloves on my hands.

"Oh no. I've been 'running the show' for two years now." I see his brows rise and I look at him through a hooded gaze, wanting this to finish soon. "If you truly what to know, I'm seventeen." I straighten my back, standing tall, and cross my arms over my chest.

"Something you said must be a lie! Your gang has been one of the richest for these past years. No way did a fifteen year old do what people twice his age cannot!" I sigh, suddenly tired of this conversation.

"Believe what you like, but what do you think these are from?" I roll up my right sleeve to my elbow and show him my tattoos, first the moth, the indication of what gang I belong to, then the two crossed-scythe tattoos below the moth, indicating how long I've been the head of the snake.

"Impossible!" Men stream in behind me, one carrying a sack with the Notes I'd promised Frank.

"Like I said, believe what you want." Finally Frank's men come in carrying cases with our new weapons. The trade is quick and I give Frank a small nod before walking out, surrounded by the men of the strongest gang in the city. Oh yes, I may not be believable, but who needs that when you're a legend already?