Sasha was surprised by his words. Suspicious of his motives? What for? Sasha thought for a moment, a slight frown on his lips before nodding.
“Sure. I hope to clear things up then.” He remarked. His hesitation he thought at least, was justified. Most wouldn’t want to work for a place where your personal space would be violated at any given time unless one was desperate for credit or a fix, but why would Luck be suspicious of him.
‘The Drug Rumors.’ Sasha thought as he would follow after Jack. Does he think he’s a spy, would that be why he suspects him of being hesitate only to agree after being hesitant. That was the only reason he could see, either that or something else was going on. If he was actually a mole, it would only confirm certain rumors that SOMETHING was going on. But he wasn’t a mole and had no intentions for workin with the Police, they were useless in helping him before, why would he help them with a high risk low reward situation like being a drug mole.
He followed him up the orange steps, the bright lights were almost nauseating, he would have to get used to it, or perhaps they were this was on purpose, the daze the clients into compliance. He doubted the place was that advance but he had heard rumors of something like that occurring in other cities.
He stood where he was indicated to stand and faced Luck calmly, although he was anything but calm. His heart quickened as he saw the man. He was every bit intimidating as he would expect from a man owning a club called Devils Core. This was the core, it’s beating heart. His eyes lingered to the man’s arm, which he could swear its lights pulsed in time with his own heartbeat, perhaps the trick of the lights.
“Sasha Merdrov.” He responded in tern, looking back at Luck. Sasha was a unusual name for a boy, least here in the west, but he was named after hie Grandfather on his maternal side, a Russian immigrant who had come to the city with his grandmother when she was pregnant with his mother, Maya. Usually he was never given much trouble for the name as a adult, but he still remembered being made fun of for the name when he was a child, he was glad most people gained some sense, then again, most people these days had bizarre names like Ocean Kiss and Dice, that a name like Sasha was the least of their concerns. He continued to watch Luck, he hoped for his own sake, that Luck would find he was no Mole. He would have to explain his initial hesitation and why he had to take this job, but he wasn’t going to say anything unless prompted, it would only make him more suspicious to the already on guard Luck.
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