"That's… gonna be a little difficult," Harry said. "Can't promise you anything before I'm the boss."
"And why's that?" Dante asked.
"Because only the boss handles contact with them. I might be one level below him, but I got no idea who's supplying the miracle drug."
For a moment there, Dante almost convinced himself that the bad taste in his mouth came from the sour beer he drank earlier. Nevertheless, it was impossible to ignore the real reason. With everything considered, he had to make a choice, and that choice was bound to put more weight on his shoulders.
"Fine, got it. I will help you take out the competition. We can deal with the latter part once the time comes."
"Great! That leaves one more thing." Harry said.
"There is more?" Dante checked his patience and saw that it was about to run out.
