150 Combat Training

After Jimmy finished speaking, he slipped the gold coin into his pocket; the intelligence was shared, and the coin pocketed—deal done.

Justin, having heard everything, also leaned back against the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

Justin, "If it's the Middle Easterners you're talking about, there shouldn't be any problem. We can rest easy. If such a big shot got into trouble here, it would probably turn everything upside down."

Jimmy, "Yeah, probably has to do with the Gulf War. The Special Service Bureau investigated for a week without any results, then left, so now I finally have some time to drink."

Justin, "Thanks. Let's go; we're heading out."

Jimmy and Justin left the reception room and returned to the bar where Justin, taking matters into his own hands, mixed a drink for Jimmy — "On the house."

Jimmy, "Thanks. It's worth remembering the first drink you've treated me to."

Justin, "No problem, there will be other chances in the future."