Frank could usually just shoot his way out but this was different, this guy did his homework, it wasn't one of New York's finest that money could buy. As a sign of respect and of what could be seen as trust Frank threw his gun down on the bed. "So what makes me so damn special Sargent Cyclops? or is it Lieutenant Eye-Patch?" Frank walked over to the mini bar smashed the lock off of it and grabbed a small bottle of vodka "Care for a drink? I always like to relax when discussing business with someone who should be dead."