Agent Derringer was once again restless and anxious. He had got no calls from The Leader back in the middle east, and the bum head they had asked him to meet was not rolling in cash. Also, the way things were playing out, it was all coming to bite them all in the ass, and he did not plan on sticking around. He dialed his secret banker once again about his money, and once again, he got a recorded voice, telling him his banker was not home and he would get back to him later.
Derringer slammed his phone down on his table, and drew glances from everyone in the bar. At least a few customers left. He nodded at the barman and another drink was brought to him. This was getting way out of hand and he knew he had to fix it, and soon, or else he had best put his piece in his mouth and just end it a
