Three days later
A speakeasy in New York. It was a place to escape from the modern world and to violate its rules, a duel of man's power and strategy, a place of dim lights, cigars and sin.
Mikael ditched his Gucci style by choosing a long black trench coat. Wearing a gentleman's hat with the brim lowered, he sat in a corner of the bar waiting for the buyer from the Caribbean. Carlos also changed his style. He ditched his usual military uniform and put on a printed shirt. The neckline opened to reveal his tattoos, which made him look like a street gangster.
The jazz on the stage is enchanting. The " tick-tock" of a medieval clock on the wall announced the passage of time. Mikael's fingers beat rhythmically on the table. The appointed time is drawing near.
Moments later, a d
