Yeah, what's it to you?
From Create Your Own Story
I didn't take his handshake. I tried to look tough. "Yeah, what's it to you?"
"What's it to me? I'm Mr. Rezvy, the guy who's giving you the job. Therefore, the fact that you're Beacon is everything to me. And don't try to act tough. It ain't working." I backed down slightly, disappointed. He was right. I was nowhere near tough. "Anyways," said Rezvy, "let's get away from these pesky flies," he said, throwing an ugly look back to the boy we left standing by the ship.
He threw an arm around my shoulder and we walked up the road to the Tourism Bureau building, overlooking the Carribean Sea. I was glad it wasn't too far, because the mild tropical warmth had his tuned-for-the-cold Russian blood in panic mode; his BO was in full effect. It smelled like pencil shavings.
"Now we talk," he said, letting me go and reaching into his pocket. "I give you five thousand now and the rest when you bring me Mr. Fakirov... in a reasonable state of compliance." He raised his eyebrows at me expectantly and I nodded my understanding. "But is important you do bring him to me, yes?"
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