The pub was loud. Somehow, my "employer" managed to snag a quiet table near a dimly lit corner of the establishment. I weaved through the mass of people to get to him, careful to not let anyone jostle my bag on the way. Very important stuff inside.

"You made it." He says as I sit in the seat across from him.

"Duh. I wouldn't miss out on $800 for all the tea in London. Or seeing you."

That earned me a very unimpressed expression, but also the reddening of his cheeks. "Have you been to London?"

"Enough small talk." I roll my eyes and slide the bag across the table. He grabs it and hesitantly peers inside. He reels back in disgust.

"Where the hell did you find this?!"

"I know a guy."

"You mean a serial killer?"

"More or less."

"What?! Mike!"

I exhale through my nose. He's the one who practically begged me to get the eyes for him, specifically green(some people are so picky). "Look, I don't ask why you want these, and you don't ask me where I get them. Now, do you have the money?"

"Yeah..." He shifts in his seat and passes me a wad of cash. I swiftly count the hefty amount of money and shove in the pocket inside my jacket.

"A pleasure as always, Eli." I give him a pat on the shoulder. He mutters something in return as I get up from the table and exit the bar.