Chapter 83: Like in spy movies

'Did he somehow renovate this place overnight for today's test or did he always have this sort of a room in his club?' I thought, looking over the room I found myself in with Fay, Makary, and just one of his close aides.

After getting the call and deciding on the simple stuff, we took a ride in the car Makary sent for us, only to find ourselves sitting at the very back of the nightclub where he liked to reside most of the time.

This wasn't the office where I had my first meeting with him, but a small room with just two sets of doors, one leading back to the main corridor while the other...

The other led to the adjacent room, connected by the mentioned door and a long but narrow Venetian mirror. The one I've only ever seen in spy movies before, where we could see everything on the other side while, in the other room, this particular piece of glass filled the role of a simple mirror.

"As requested," Makary spoke once we finally got into the room while nodding his chin over at the mirror. "A junkie fresh after taking a dose," he spoke in a slightly darker voice than usual, befitting the tense and displeased look on his face.

'Assuming he really is as against drugs as I believe he is, finding someone like this had to be quite a headache for him,' I thought, worried for a second that maybe, just maybe, I went a bit too far.

But as much as Makary could hate the drugs and people who distributed them, he couldn't fully prevent his part of the town from being infested with them. He only had control over a single district, meaning, nothing stopped people living on his turf from simply walking over to the territory of other gangs in the area to get their illegal supplies.

And as I looked through the Venetian window, I confirmed Makary's words with my very own two eyes.

There was indeed a shady-looking person inside. They were sitting by a simple desk on an equally simple chair, both of which were bolted to the ground.

'This really looks like an interrogation window from some spy movie,' I thought. And while normally I would hardly be able to hold my excitement back... The sight of the poor, drugged man in the other room easily quelled all of my enthusiasm.

Still, I was the one who requested the presence of this kind of person, so the best I could do was at least not to act childish and waste no time with the little show I'd prepared. As such, after just a quick look, I hastily stepped away from the mirror while allowing the unsavory feeling I felt in my soul to reflect on my face.

Seeing the changes in my expression, Fay stepped forward, keen to check the other room out. And while, at first, I rushed forth to stop her... I ended up stopping myself instead.

'Am I going to keep this moment a secret from her?' I asked myself, watching without a single move how the girl leaned over toward the glass. The only movement I allowed myself was clenching my teeth. 'She has the right to know what I'm doing here, even if it will make her disillusioned with me.'

'I guess they don't have a kettle here,' I thought, growing more and more uncomfortable as the silence prolonged.

"You don't have any plans to tell me what to expect, do you?" Makary finally spoke while giving me a long stare.

A question I could answer only with a sigh.

"It will be far easier to explain it once you see what happens," I revealed as little as I could while hoping to buy just a little bit of the man's patience. "Also, it might take a moment for the effects of this herb to kick in, so how about we get some chairs?"

Makary's eyes twitched only for his face to darken even further.

"We can wait while standing," he replied, opting not to push me any further and allowing the silence to creep back into the room.

Soon, before the silence could turn the atmosphere tense and awkward atmosphere to an unbearable level, Makary's aide returned. This time, however, a simple, clear glass replaced the box that he carried when going out.

"I'm quite curious to see the degree of this herb's effect on a man under the influence of hard drugs," I muttered under my nose, only to feel Makary's eyes piercing my back. Turning around, I looked right back at him.

Now that I was so close, I couldn't back out.

"What? I've tested it on myself before, but I could only get my hands on alcohol at the time. And, to be frank," I shook my head, "I don't think I would be willing to drug myself just to test it."

I took a deep sigh while keeping my eyes on the gang's officer.

Now, the time came for me to go for the one, last push.

"Do you have the other thing I asked for?"