<strong>Kat<br/>In a bar near the beach<br/>Waiting for an informer</strong><br/>Kat looked at the barman and thought for the n-th time her appointment was going to be late.<br/>She had recently bought a guy from the Dixie mafia to give her a quick run-down of the situation in the city. He had mentioned a possible job, and information. The bar here was a good one, not likely to attract either Latino Kings nor Aryan Bros, so they had settled on it.<br/>And then she got a text saying only "gonna be late, big trouble, watch the news. U8 4 me".<br/>The news said an important figure within the Dixie mafia has been shot by a sniper. Last night, there has been a shoot-out in some store, and some Brazilians and a couple Italians, blacks and WASPs have been found dead. Rumours on the street said a Brazilian Cartel was swearing revenge.<br/>Was a war brewing among the different mobs?<em><br/>And if it was, was that a good or a bad thing for the normal people?</em><br/>At that point, she blinked, then had to blink again.<br/>A half-naked Latina had just entered through the door, and mesmerized the bouncer into letting her use a phone. Why didn't she have to pay? The guy probably wanted to try his luck with her - granted, she was nearly stunning...<br/>Her conversation was a short one. Then the gal went to a chair, sit down as if she owned the place, and started looking at some other Latina. Did she hope she'd get a drink out of it?<br/>If the other girl was into women, she probably would... although some waitress approached her at this exact moment, and handled her some kind of a cock-tail. The Latina looked briefly to the door, for some reason.<br/>Her appointment was still going to be late. Kat could easily see that even if he was out of suspicions, she'd still have to wait for him. And if he was, he could easily pass the night talking with very resolute cops. But still, he had promised to come, so she wasn't losing hope. Besides, the bar looked as good a place as any to spend the night. At least for normal people. A couple men were looking at herself, probably due to her figure if their glances were telling her anything. At least one of them was collecting his courage in liquid form, too - or was just a drunkard, despite being in the middle of his twenties.<br/>An woman who looked tall, white, blond, and probably rich, was in the process of getting drunk, laughing too high at the jokes of a Latino guy. He seemed cool, and had just taken her hand and holding it to his heart. Whatever they were talking about, she could only guess, but it looked theatrical.<br/>A few couples were dancing. A couple men, a black and a white one, were arguing something in a corner, and the white's body language was getting aggressive. She couldn't see the door from where she was seated, although anyone entering would have to pass through a place in her field of vision.