Desmond was sitting in his office, a small room right at the entrance to his apartment where he did the majority f his business, finishing up a deal.<br/><br/>"Yes Mr. Draco that beast is primly cut, I'd never sell even a milligram of beast I wouldn't use myself.  And I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to my beast."  Mr Draco fit his name so well either it wasn't really his name, or he took beast specifically to fit it.  His face was covered in reddish scales, he had a lack of nose, and a constantly probing forked tongue.  He was possibly one of the nicest looking men Desmond has served in the last week.<br/><br/>"Yes I'm sure, that's what I've heard about you, I'm just surprised you haven't charged such a high price for it."  Draco has a really bad habit of extending his S's, which Desmond was sure he did on purpose.<br/><br/>"Well I make my beast from scratch, unlike all the other dealers who get it precut.  That means I can sell a much higher quality at the same price as everyone else's low cut since I'm not paying someone else to cut it for me.  But enough of me babbling, you got the money?"  Desmond stood up and put his hand out to shake, but behind his back his tail reached for the top right sheath on the back of his legs, this was the point where if a deal was going to go bad crap goes down.<br/><br/>Mr. Draco looked at Desmond for a second, seeming to contemplate the same question Desmond had thought he would.  He then stuck his hand out and shook Desmond's, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card.  An Energy card.  Thank goodness, last time he had a bad deal it took hours of work to clean away the blood.<br/><br/>Taking the card, Desmond pulled out a receiver unit, dialed in the appropriate amount, and plugged in the card.  Done, easy, untraceable.  Lovely.  Desmond then handed the card back and Mr Draco left.<br/><br/>Sitting back down, Desmond opened up a hidden compartment in his desk and pulled out a small safe like box, with a combination lock.  He did the combination which moved just the area behind the combination lock to show a cord.  Plugging the cord into the transfer unit, the energy was transferred to his battery safe.  He the closed the safe and put it back in his desk.  He then crossed the room and turned off the lights, letting his cat eyes compensate for the lack of light.  In a city where pure energy, mostly electricity, is the currency, lights can drain a wallet fast, though they really send a message.<br/><br/>Speaking of messages, once Desmond sat down a knock came from the door.  A triple beat three times, it was Mr Allmerson.<br/>"Come in, I don't have any business right now." Desmond called out to the man, walking over to the door.  When the door opened he gave the man a good shake of the hand.  "Hello my good friend, how can I help you today?  Didn't I just give you some beast yesterday?"<br/>"No I'm here to give you a letter, Jason just dropped it off, good to see the boy earning a living for once."  Mr Allmerson said as he handed Desmond the small letter.<br/>Taking it, Desmond replied "You can say that again, it's nice when he pays me in watts rather than labor, even if he makes me laugh while he does it.  Have a nice day sir."  Closing the door, he sat on top of his desk and opened the letter.<br/><br/>Hello Desmond, I hope this letter got there soon.  Your weekly supplies will be in the trunk of a car on the corner of 100 north and 300 west at 1:15 pm, the key is in the envelope, as well as a battery card.  Fill the card with the usual payment and leave it in the small box next to the supplies.  Good doing business with you.<br/>Boss<br/><br/>Looking at the clock Desmond decides that he could leave and get there in fifteen minutes walking, leaving him five minutes to get a bite to eat.  Perfect, there was a food cart just a block away he really liked.  Desmond charged the card from his safe, grabbing his own personal one to pay for the food.  Heading out the door he liked it behind him, turning the open sign on the door to read closed.  He then walked out the apartment, and headed for the pick up spot.