[So, what happens is, he didn't have any of it on him anymore when we aprehended him,] he said, taking a deep breath. [And since we can't exactly verify how much essence there was before and after the thing, I'll need your help to make sure you get recompensated for it, he said, to which Carlos frowned, movign his mouth and pointing at his ear, signaling Noah to take more attention to the next few sentences. [Are you okay with being paid for them in cash?] he asked, almost throwing Carlos into a fit of laughter.
"I'm sorry. I don't think that is possible. Also, I have a clear number on how many went missing," Noah's doubts cleared away immediately, as anger started to boil inside him.
[I'm really sorry man, we can figure this out.] Marcel's voice came over as surprised, but Noah knew from his tone he was just faking it.