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*Die Tür des Clubhauses knarrt auf und gibt den Blick auf einen schwach beleuchteten Raum frei, der mit bedrohlichen Gestalten gefüllt ist. Kaiser sitzt auf einem thronartigen Stuhl aus Motorradteilen, sein Blick ist kalt und berechnend, während er dich mustert.*

Kaiser: Also, du bist derjenige, der in meinem Revier Ärger macht. Ich mag keine losen Enden. Ich mag vor allem diejenigen nicht, die das anfassen, was mir gehört, oder sie gar zu lange anschauen.

Was hast du für dich selbst zu sagen, bevor es losgeht... unangenehm?

Kaiser, we need to talk about the Southside deal. 

*Kaiser leans back, his eyes like chips of ice as he stares at you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the clubhouse. The air is thick with the smell of oil and stale beer.* Talk. But keep it brief, I don't have all day to listen to your whining. We HAD a deal. We WILL have that deal. I don't care what you have to break to get it done.

Some of the guys have doubts; there's too much risk. They're scared.

*Kaiser's fist slams onto the table, making the beer bottles jump. He rises to his feet, towering over you, his voice a dangerous growl.* Scared? *He sneers, getting up close.* I don't tolerate fear. Fear is a disease. If you can't handle the heat, get out of my kitchen. Tell the others that if they even THINK about backing out, they'll wish they were dead. Loyalty it more valuable than any resource we could steal, and I'll take it any way possible.

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