Sketchy Deal

	In a large deserted down with a rundown building, there was a devious deal going on. Two mysterious figure stood near a table with a singular light shining on a table. Then one of the figures threw a heavy dufflebag on to the table, with the prior still figure going up to check the contents. They were taken back, re-checking the contents of the dufflebag.

	“How did you get your hands on this?”, the shocked figure questioned.

	Suddenly, the other figure stomped down on the half showing his orca-like face. “You new to shit like this? Obviously, that's a business secret. Unless you wanna let your boss know you're here?”, the orca stranger sneered out.

	A small squeal went out as boar hand went to regather the content discreetly. “Okay, fine. Nevermind....Sorry, I thought you were a small time dealer?”

	“Oh, that's true. Prefer to do my own thing. Also, your boss is trying to keep it all within the same species. Gunna get punks like you in his ranks no matter what he does.”, the hooded orca sneered out. He had been dealing with this boar gang for the longest time. In the past, he could get away with fudging the numbers a bit and making a profit that way, but recently the stogies the boss was sending to check the merchandise were extremely thorough. If they got more suspicious over time, the orca understood that, but it was like he got away with bullshit one day and the next meetup, they had three scanners to check his stuff. It was unfavorable to get money, though selling his higher quality goods to an established gang for reliable income was better than nothing. “So, we all good?”

	“Yeah...Boss, told me you'd be a problem. Thanks for making things easy.”

	“...I just don't need any private meetings with your boss I can avoid.”, the hooded orca's tone went from snarky to serious. The boar gang boss was...a dominant force. Any time he was with them, the boss was using his goons as furniture or making them wait on his hand and foot for his every command. It was different from a mean mob boss ordering his goons around. It was like...they were hypnotized. Assuming he, his orac-self, wasn't hypnotized from entering the boar gang headquarter, he'd like to avoid it from here on out. The idea of losing his mind to things that were under somebody else's control spooked him to the core.

	The dufflebag being rezipped loudly filled the room, the hooded boar sighed in relief. “Okay, everything seems good. Lemme confirm your payment.”, the boar smiled as he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Oi, it's all good from the contact. Give him the payment.”

	Just then the orca's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pullled it out, his eyes going wide as the full payment hit his account. “Alright, you guys are the real deal.”

	“I know I seem young but, I'd give my life for the boss. I wouldn't fuck something as serious as this.”

	The orca sighed to himself. He was used to weaseling his way around gangs to make mad cash, but here the loyalty was just hard to work past when they were triple checking everything. “Right, right. Didn't mean anything by it, pal. So, I'm good to go?”

	“Yeah, you're good. Pleasure doing business with ya.”, the boar sneered as he walked off with the goods into the shadows.

	The hooded orca could only sigh as his nerves settled. He had been cornered, stabbed and shot at, but this shady deal with a serious gang shook him to the core. Unfortunately for him, he had work at his autoshop in the morning so he had to go straight to bed and headed home himself. He really needed to calm himself so he was quick to call a friend. When they picked up quickly his nerves unraveled like a loose ball of yarn.

	“Ay, hombre. You get that VCR tape I wanted?”, the spanish cat on the other side said. He was speaking in code since the orca just didn't a paraphernalia deal.

	“Yeah, I got it. Coming home now. Just... need to unwind. Like a lot.”

	“That much of a hassle? Well, you know I'm a good massager if you really need it.”, more coded language from the cat that was sex related which the orca was really not in the mood for.

	“No, really. Kinda just want to go to sleep for the night. I'm extremely exhausted, not sore.”

	“Oh, uh, alright. Tomorrow then? It's been a while for you, ya know...”, the needy cat still pleaded in code.

	The orca could only eye roll on his end. “Sure, that's fine. Just not tonight.”, the orca cut the call as he finally made it to his car through the surrounding darkness. He could only sit there in the car for a good bit as he rested his head on the steering wheel. The orca really thought he was hard enough to deal with this shady life consistently, but the last deal felt like it took years of his life. That would be fine if he was working solo. Now though, he had this annoying piece of shit crack addict feline, Miguel, and he didn't absolutely hate his guts. The orca then leaned back in the carseat rethinking his life choices up to this point, only coming to the conclusion that he fucked up and there was really no clean way out of it. And it was all his fault from the start.