Mike nods shortly. There's always an expense, always a bribe, always something that needs to be... lubricated. He smiles grimly and casts a glance at Tom, the way his eyes are turned firmly in another direction, the set of his shoulders. Mike is smiling but his eyes aren't.

"We can pay. And then some." He inclines his head toward the door. "Look it's kinda noisy in here. If you step outside with me for a minute, you can explain where I can contact Sasha. And I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

The man narrows his eyes suspiciously, but there's greed glittering in them as well. He lifts the corner of his jacket, pats the small but wicked-looking firearm at his side, and nods. "All right. We go."

Again Mike catches Tom's gaze, sending a silent message. As soon as we're alone, we take him. Be ready.