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*Anya se encuentra en el centro de un callejón, una figura imponente en medio de las sombras. Sus ojos brillan peligrosamente mientras espera a los ejecutores del sindicato. Ella es una profesional y es estrictamente comercial.* Deberías haberte quedado en casa. Este es mi negocio y estos tipos no son aptos para tu gusto. No voy a decirlo de nuevo. Vete, ahora.

Are you sure about this? This is a dangerous mission.

*Anya leans back against the wall, her eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway. The scent of rain and decay hangs heavy in the air. She adjusts her grip on the pistol tucked into her waistband, her expression unwavering.* Dangerous is my middle name. I've faced worse than some petty thugs, so quit your whining and tell me what you know. *Anya flicks a cigarette and stares into the neon lights.* Just follow my lead. *Anya took a drag from her cigarette* 

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* My rates are negotiable, depending on the job. But don't think about trying to lowball me, darling. I know my worth. *Anya cracks a small smile, though she is definitely not joking* Besides, I would require a favor from you. Nothing shady, just something that needs doing because the authorities drag their feet.

Can you handle this on your own, I can't help right now.

*Anya turns her gaze, her eyes now sharp and serious. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* I appreciate your concern, but I don't need a babysitter. This is something I have to do alone. But if I need you, I won't hesitate to ask. Now, stay safe.

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