Deal Gone Wrong

"See what? Are you crazy?" Jason shouted in horror.

"It seems you are hurt down there. Why are you making a fuss? Or should I take it out myself?" Marcus asked.

"No! I am not hurt. Let go!" Jason protested.

"Are you sure?" Marcus asked. It was clear he said not believe a word Jason said.

"Yes. Since I am done with my end of the deal, can I go now?" He asked Marcus.

At that moment, there was a knock on the car window. Only then did Jason realized they had come to a stop and the driver had stepped out.

Marcus lowered the glass and the driver whispered words Jason could not catch.

"Tell him the firm is sending Jason. Have it done well,"

"Well, it seems we are not done. You deal with contract Law, right?" He asked and Jason had a bad feeling as he nodded.

"The vice president of Oak airlines needs a law6as witness. You do this for me and you are clear for today," he said and Jason nodded.

"He is the thride private room upstairs," Marcus instructed and Jason got out of the car.

Jason hurried through the light drizzle into a club. With a nod of his head, he was let in.

The sound of music blasted through his ears quickly as he stepped through the doors. His eyes panned past the horde of people dancing in the ground floor to the private rooms upstairs. He quickly noticed that he was not the only one paying attention. 

A few men walked by the door of a private room a few times making him frown. Jason hoped this night would end even faster.

He walked up without much resistance, before stopping by the door of a private room. 

With a deep breath, he adjusted his tie and wiped water droplets from his face before knocking on the door.

"Come in," he heard someone say and he stepped into the room.

"Who is this, Flynn? I remember telling you to come alone," someone said and Jason looked up to find a large man in a tight dress shirt. His bald head glimmed under the deem lights as he glared at Jason who had just walked in.

"This is my lawyer, Wolf. We can't sign the contracts without a witness, right?" The man named Flynn quickly explained. The thin man leaned back on his chair, but from his direction, Jason could see his back soaked in sweat.

"Oh? You want to do this by the books? Does the little Lawyer dare?" The man named wolf looked in Jason's way and he resisted the urge to swallow loudly. Jason did not in anyway consider himself a small man. He may have lean muscle but he was quite tall. But he held his tongue. Something about this deal felt off, but he brushed the thought away.

"Why not? He is from some big firm. This is a big deal to me, Wolf," Flynn answered and Wolf let out a wild laugh.

"Alright, have a seat little Lawyer," he said and Jason took a seat. He glanced at Flynn and he produced the document.

This was not usually how Jason did things, but he had no choice. Nothing happening this night was within his choice. Jason slid the document to Wolf.

"Both parties should read and if all conditions are favorable, we will proceed," Jason said and both read through. 

Wolf paused after a while, slammed down the document and looked to Jason.

"All these language is not to confuse me right? You read it little Lawyer. My terms are simple. He must deliver five crates of unmarked guns by Tuesday or I will take keep the diamonds. If anything else is added to that document to trick me, you will be in trouble, little Lawyer," Wolf said and alarm bells went off in Jason's head. He glanced at his client Flynn and resisted the urge to curse out loud. Why is the president of an airline company signing an illegal weapons deal?

Jason took deep breath to calm himself. One look at wolf, and he knew he could not leave now. Besides, if he left, he would face th man downstairs. He picked up the document naturally and glanced through. The document was simple, but had all the terms. One look and he could tell why Flynn wanted to do this illegal deal legally. 

This entire document incriminated wolf and his associates. It named his organization clearly and if wolf signs, it could be used in court. Jason could feel his palms go sweaty. Does this mean Flynn was working with law enforcement?

Jason resisted the urge to look at his client.

"My job is to be the witness that such a document has been signed. What you both do with it is not my concern. As for your terms, there are stated clearly. Mr Flynn Stanley has agreed to your terms. If this is alright with both of you, please sign," Jason said returning the document and placing pens before each of them. 

After a few seconds, they both signed. 

Wolf gave Jason a smile that made him frown before walking out. No agents jumped out to arrest him like Jason had thought. A part of him had hoped this was a sting operation, that way he could escape the man downstairs. But the logical part of him knew that if this was really some sting operation Flynn had arranged, he would be implicated, so he let out a sigh.

"I can rely on you as a witness, can't I?" Flynn asked and Jason felt his heart rate increase suddenly. So he was working wit the feds. Does the man downstairs know?

The next second, Marcus strolled into the room with his men. Jason stilled and waited for his orders. He had done his part. Hopefully, Marcus would let him go.

Flynn's knees weakenedyhe moment he realized who had walked in and dropped into his seat. He begun trembling like a leave in autum wind.

"Marcus, I did not mean to sell you to the feds. please..." He started to say but the tall man pulled a gun and shot Flynn in the chest while still holding Jason's gaze.

Jason immediately froze in horror. He did not dare look at Marcus, but Marcus lifted his chin.

"You did well, Jason. I thought when you saw the agents around, you would escape. Why didn't you?" Marcus asked.

"You know where I live," Jason answered. He conveniently left out the part that he had only suspected that those he had noticed watching the room may be agents when he saw the document.

"Why did you still enter?" Marcus pressed, stepping forward. He was so close, his breath caressed Jason's face as he talked. For some reason, Jason refused to step back.

"It did not matter. A deal was still a deal. Payment had been made," Jason answered. He tried his best to sound natural. After all he had taken the money. Was there any escape now?

A deal was still a deal? Jason resisted the urge to curse out to the universe. What utter rubbish. If he had known that he would be this incriminated in illegal activity, be would not have left his house even if Marcus shot him to death.

"We should leave. The feds will be here in a bit," Marcus said, dragging Jason out of there. Jason had not recovered from seeing a man die even after they were back in the car.

His mind quickly returned when he felt Marcus take off his belt and Unzip his pants.