Whizzper s Tales
The open air cafe in central Bogota bustles with the mid day crowd of lunch goers. People walked to and from the counter, along the sidewalk outside, and generally made a lot of noise. In the center of it all sat two figures, a younger nondescript man, and an older man with shades, and a fedora pulled down. Ryan Dexter, not his real name of course, looks at his contact, keeping his poker face in place he asks the fedora wearing man, "So when's the deal go down?" The Colombian smiles, "So we...