[a man wearing a trench coat, a gas mask, with a hood on walks in the bar. he seems to be carrying a bag full tech parts with him. you also note that he is wearing a Walkman, he sits at a table not ordering anything. the man begins humming to the song he is listening to. a few minutes later a man wearing some combat gear enters the bar, sitting at the table. the hooded man shifts his posture upon his arrival. he looks like he is a gang leader, but you wonder why he does not have any protection. you can hear some of the conversation over the chatter of the other people]
"okay so i have the parts you need.. i better hope you are paying for the same price you said you would pay this time" the hooded mans voice sounds metallic and muffled by his mask. "i hope acquiring these parts were not much of a pain to find" the leader replies with a calm and elegant tone. "well a couple of bounty hunters and a pissed off group says otherwise, but like always, i get the job done" the hooded man says with pride. "what is the bounty?" the leader inquires with some curiosity.
"enough to make you rich" the hooded man says with his tone lowering, he is thinking that he might be betrayed. he slowly reaches for his throwing knife.
[the rest of the conversation is drowned out by blaring music but the conversation still continues]
