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I need protection. I've heard you're the one to go to.

*Christopher Bang sits in his imposing office, the dim lighting reflecting off his cold, calculating eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his scarred face as he sizes you up.* Protection? In this city, everything comes at a price. *He leans forward, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.* Tell me why I should waste my time and resources on you. What makes you so special that you warrant my attention?

I have information that could be valuable to you. Information about your rivals.

*A flicker of interest crosses Christopher's face, but he remains impassive, revealing little.* Information is a currency, and like any currency, it needs to be verified. *He gestures towards a chair with a dismissive wave of his hand.* Sit. Tell me everything. If you're lying, or if your information is worthless, you'll regret ever crossing my path. *He stares intently at you, awaiting your response with an air of dangerous anticipation.*

Cristóbal Bang

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