As everyone inside of the bar went about their day, Cain stood a few meters away from the entrance with a cigarette in one hand, and his other tucked in his coat. The mercenary took a drag of the tobacco stick and blew out the stream as another man approached and leaned onto the wall next to him. "Bonjour, lovely weather today, no?" The newcomer inquired, Cain's response was a cold glare, "Cut the shitty accent Louis. It's freakin' cold and you're late." the mercenary growled as he lifted the cigarette up for another drag. The man, now known as Louis shot a dirty look at Cain, "Hey don't use my real name, that ain't cool man! Its like ya want me to get caught talkin' with ya!" he said, dropping the false french accent for his real, and extremely heavy, boston one. Cain quickly whipped the arm he had in his coat out and wrapped it around Louis' shoulder, and although anyone who looked their way would see two men in a friendly embrace, the action was anything but. "I couldn't care any less about you wanting to stay incognito, what I want to know is why the ever-loving fuck my money hasn't been transferred to my account yet." he hissed as his hand curled upwards, touching the small knife he had concealed in his palm to Louis' throat. Louis let out a small, audible gulp and grew pale, but to his credit didn't panic too much, "Its...its uh gonna be transferred today. We had a bit a' trouble getting it all together but it should show up in about an hour." he mumbled. Cain's demeanor instantly changed, "Good. I would hate to have to do something to you Louis. After all you and your family one of my best customers." the mercenary mused as he lifted away the knife and put it back in his pocket before dropping the cigarette and turning away, "Well. I'd love to stay and chat, but i've got things to do. We'll be in touch Louis." Cain said as he began to walk away, chuckling a bit as he heard Louis rasp that he needed a drink.
