CITIZEN DOSSIER

I sat there in the booth in the corner, with a half-empty glass of scotch in hand. I glance at the door, and see two men enter the bar. I knew one of the men, David. The other was a stranger to me. The stranger briefly studied me and asked David, "Is this the guy?" I looked at David and said, "Who's this bitch?" David responded, "He is your fleet admiral, that is if you join us." I glared at David and took a swig from my glass. As I swallowed, I said, "I told you once David, I don't want in." David took a seat beside me and put his hand on my shoulder. He said, "Please Marcos, we need you." I paused to light a cigarette. After taking a hit from the cigarette, i asked, "How much is the pay?"