Orion could sense a familiarity to the area, he didn't think he'd end up so close to where he started. They were in the Syndicates territory now. They finally stopped at a dark alley; Orion was left facing a brick wall dead end.

The man pulled out a butterfly knife, flicking it around with a precision Orion couldn't help but admire. “What's in the bag.” He threatened, his expression seemed to imply he had the upper hand, but he did not. This might have been his first time trying to mug someone, as he wasn't particularly good at acting tough.

Orion stood still and tilted his head, “Eh? What ever could you mean?” He held the bag closely and forced a hesitant smile. Not only where they alone, but the place appeared to be more quiet than usual, it didn't seem like anyone would pass by any time soon.

He quickly analyzed the situation and pieced together various plans of attack. A knife wouldn't be a problem, a gun might be a different story. This would be useful actually; he could finally find out what this product was intended for.

Part of him was rather excited to find out but he did not let it show on his face. He gave the man a confused expression attempting again to feign ignorance. If there were two things, he knew best, it was the various fields of science he studied and being able to convince anyone around here with his halfway decent acting skills. He didn't have a choice if he wanted to survive this terrible situation he was stuck in.

“People don't just wander in this part of city without a purpose, you're selling something aren't you. Give it to me.” The man stepped closer to Orion brandishing his knife again, to be more threatening or to assert dominance somehow. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either works for me, though the hard way is much more enjoyable.”

He smiled deviously then licked his blade in a threatening manner, a childish threat in Katz's opinion. Katz decided it would be for the best too go easy on him; he'd likely never had a run in with someone dangerous. He could tell from the well-kept nails and smooth skin on his hands that the man had never even been in a fist fight before.

Katz opened his eyes widely, making a slightly obscure expression. He looked down at the bag, “Honestly...” He sighed somewhat sarcastically before taking something from his pocket without letting Asher see what it was.

He made a serious expression for a moment but quickly changed it as he looked back at Asher.

He didn't know what the drug did, but he wanted to find out. He needed this information something to help him flesh out the syndicate's current trajectory. He no longer cared about getting this stuff to the destination, he kinda wanted to sate his curiosity and well, avoiding getting stabbed would also be great.

At this point it didn't matter anyway, he was still lost, and he would never return in time. He had all but forgotten he had a reason to return. That was how the syndicate continued to squeeze compliance out of him after all. 'Maybe I shouldn't do this...' He tried to reason with himself. But his thoughts were quickly interrupted.

“Hurry up, I don't have all day.” The man's impatience only grew by the second. He began moving closer to Katz in a threatening manner. As he closed the gap between them and he was now face-to-face with Katz, it became clear just how short this man was. Their height difference made it impossible for Katz to feel threatened, but he continued to act the part. The man lifted his blade towards Katz’s neck “Hurry it up.” he snapped scowling.