Alex walked out the office, hands in pockets and his gaze vacant.
His mind occupied and his gaze vacant as he descended the stairs,
'Seems like I still need to refine my plans,' His hand shot up and brushed his non-existent beard.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes scanned the floor, and the same sparsely populated bar came into view,
Then he turned to the bartender,
The man had a blank expression, as though he could never express any type of emotion on his face,
Alex walked towards the man,
He had always wondered why Edger hired him, in all his years he' d known the man, the only time he had ever seen him smile was during one occasion,
And that involved a very unfortunate informant and a screwdriver.
He approached the man,
"Fred, Keys for the back," He spoke as he reached out his hand,
