Left Arm In.

"Did you get it?" Mason asks knowing it's his partner, busy coming through the covered entrance they made to the basement of an abandoned building. The building has been abandoned for years and is perfectly situated in a forgotten area where the only residents are the forgotten and unseen. Bums, drug addicted, runaways, and the odd elderly with one foot in the grave.

Surprisingly, it is not a violent area. Even the gangsters and drug dealers have standards and they will not be operating in this neighbourhood. It was the perfect area for far more nefarious things if one was so inclined. Mason and Kiara are not your average bums, they are entrepreneurs, they are educated and both have their MBA degrees from the University of Cape Town.

Kiara heads over to the chest freezer and places the cooler bag with ice packs back, "No, they sold it already." Closing the freezer with a loud sigh. "The guy says some pharmaceutical company came in and collected everything this morning, I missed them by an hour."

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Leaning with his elbows on a metal table, his head between his hands, he looks up and turns towards Kiara. "He promised we would get at least one today. This is our first deal, we can't afford to not deliver." Kiara looks at Mason as she takes a beer out the fridge, opens it and takes a sip. "No shit! Do you think I don't know this?" Mason gets up to fetch himself a beer, Kiara clearly was not going to offer him one. "Well, any ideas?" He asks in a flat tone.

Kiara goes to sit down at the table. Looking around the basement she is impressed with how great it all looks. Very homely she thinks to herself, "When is delivery for exactly?" she asks before taking another gulp from her beer.

    Closing the fridge and going to sit opposite Kiara thinking the question over as he takes a swig of his beer, exclaiming in appreciation, Mason replies "No exact date was established, with the laws only recently changed there is some leeway to get people on board. I would say we have about another month to confirm supply and deliver, then we can move to the next phase of planning."

"Ok, then we still have time," Kiara says as she slams her empty beer down and heads to the fridge to get another. "We just need to keep our wits about us," she says as she closes the fridge then leans against it. "You know we would also need to not think about it too much, this is a sensitive product by nature. People get very touchy over organs and body parts even the discarded ones. Can you imagine..." she trails off lost in thought.

Mason nods in agreement, "Yes, we need to keep our personal feelings out of this and stay focused on providing a service. Things are tough and honestly, this feels like the break we need. Even if it is not as clean as I would like."

Mason gets up and walks over to Kiara leaning against the fridge, her beer idly being stripped of its labelling, she is lost in her own thoughts. Mason knows that is not always a good thing and goes to stand against her then he kisses her on the cheek. Caught off guard Kiara pushes him away, "Me being quiet is not code for let's fuck." Mason looks at her with a grin as he steps back then puts on a serious face, "I'm a bit tired anyway, I was thinking more along the lines of you suck." He smiles knowing this will trigger an outburst and waits.

Kiara pauses for a second, she knows he is baiting her, "Stupid! No, I was thinking. We need to get contacts in more hospitals we won't be able to deliver ten specimens in the time frame, especially not if the corps have already started swooping in."

Mason nods in agreement, "I will speak to them and see if we can get a better range. Ten is difficult but we should be able to agree on an amount that will keep them from looking somewhere else." Mason says with a concerned look as he stares at the floor, looking up he makes eye contact with Kiara then smiles. "We are still first in the gate, I think we will be ok. I think I should go give our friend in the hospital a visit."

Kiara smiles back, a sparkle in her eye as she simply responds, "Yes."

    Mason hates walking through the neighbourhood at night, but they have decided that it is safer to not keep the vehicle too close to their base. He liked calling it the base in his mind, Kiara calls him childish if he calls it a base when she is around. He needs to confirm with the contact that they still have an understanding until now it has been very professional.

They have a mutual interest in making a shit ton of money and that has kept things very civil. No, today will just be a checkup. After all, he could not have known about the corp coming in to collect everything. "Did he?" Mason asks himself out loud. He reaches the car, opens it and gets behind the wheel then pauses for a second.

"Surely he has a collection schedule, did that motherfucker take another deal from the corp? What a pissface!" Mason softly screams and slams his palms down on the steering wheel, then reaches under the seat to feel if the gun is there. Hissing with anger he starts the car and begins to reverse into the street, "Goddammit, we could have had it all today and sealed the deal but no this mofo thinks there are organs and body parts on every corner!" Mason steps on the gas intent on making their contact understand that he can give the corps and teaching hospitals everything, except the parts they agreed on.

It made perfect sense to Mason that giving them the parts is better. That means more money for their contact, no way the corps are matching what he would get from them. He will just have to make their contact see it his way.