"If you've got them here, I want to see them, Arena. If not, don't waste my time."
"I haven't exactly got 'em here, Maclamore. But I know a guy that knows where they are."
"Yeah." I said.
Arena looked mad. "Okay, I'll give it to you, Maclamore. I got a partner in this deal. Between us we got plenty. But we need what you got, too."
"I've made my offer, Arena. It stands."
"Have I got your word on that, Maclamore?" He stood up and came over to stand before me. "The old Academy word. You wouldn't break that, would you Maclamore?"
"I'll do what I said."
Arena walked to his desk, a massive boulder of Jadeite, cleaved and polished to a mirror surface. He thumbed a key.
"Send him in here," he said.
I waited. Arena sat down and looked across at me.