Big T nodded approvingly. "Good." Then he pulled out a holo-pad from his desk drawer. "I'ma need your contact info. I'll send you the location, the target, everything you need to know."
Jayden provided his private comm number—a secure line he'd purchased on the black market that couldn't be traced back to his official identity.
Big T entered it, then looked up. "One more thing, youngblood. This job? It ain't gonna be easy. If it was easy, I'd send one of my boys. But they... well, let's just say this particular job require someone with a specific skill set. Someone who can handle they self. Someone who don't mind getting they hands dirty."
Jayden shrugged. "I can handle myself."
"We'll see." Big T stood, signaling the meeting was over. "Marcus will show you out. Stay by your comm. You'll hear from me soon."
Jayden stood as well. "Alright."
Marcus, the bouncer, appeared at Jayden's elbow, ready to escort him out.
