A man of his word

[Lucas Kellan]

The bartender eyed the foreign cash and blinked “So you think you can come into the Omniverse and barter with this … foreign money? Sorry, we only take OM here. You must be new here.

The director seemed a little oddly calm for some reason “Hold on, I can give you more, pal.”

The bartender was grumpy but the more money the guy was willing to pay, the more the bartender would “talk” to the man.

The bartender slipped him a average drink, and eyed the man getting uncomfortably close to Sinclair. “How much we talking? Because I know some stuff.”

Sinclair could feel the bartender wiping the dirty glass’s breath on him and he pulled back “Quite some Vektan cash if you have what I’m looking for.”

The bartender eyed the cash on the table and raised an eyebrow

“Hold on, I’ll be back.”

The bartender slipped to the back and whispered “Some newbie just slipped me some cash, says its Vektan cash and it’s a lot. Think we can give him info?”

“Depends.. What’s he looking for?” The random chatter of the others in the background said.

“He looks average. I’ll ask.”

“What even is Vektan cash?”

“I don’t know.”

The talk in back was taking too long so the Vektan was calm and walked out of the high class bar, slightly annoyed but with this amount of Vektan cash, he could get a swanky hotel room in this place.

Turns out the swanky hotel was quite the treat as the director walked in, eyeing the wait staff

“One room, please.” The shadow marshall director expected a clear answer.

“That would be 100 OM, sir.” The bored looking woman said

“Sure. Give me the best you have.”

200 a night, sir.”
Soon, Vektan cash was being traded for OM and the director found himself in a extremely nice hotel room