West glanced around briefly.
A few nearby gang members were pretending not to watch.
He reached into his pocket.
Of course, the item wasn't actually in his pocket but he allowing it to appear in his grasp out of thin air wouldn't be the smartest thing to do.
He pretended to retrieve something small and when his hand emerged, he placed it gently on the counter.
A Rotars Flork.
Its strange, organic-metallic structure shimmered faintly under the lights. Veins of dull green energy emitted from it in small waves like a living heartbeat.
The air around the counter changed and the woman's eyes widened.
Even the bulky gang member nearby turned sharply.
"That…" she breathed.
West leaned back casually.
"Interested?"
The Rotars Flork wasn't just junk.
It was used in crafting as an energy catalyst, so it happened to be really valuable and dangerous if mishandled.
Her professional mask slipped for a fraction of a second before snapping back into place.
