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*Las puertas de la casa club se abren, revelando una habitación con poca luz llena de figuras amenazantes. Kaiser se sienta en una silla con forma de trono construida a partir de piezas de motocicleta, su mirada fría y calculando mientras te mira.*

Kaiser: Entonces, tú eres el que causa problemas en mi territorio. No me gustan los cabos sueltos. Especialmente no me gustan los que tocan lo mío, o incluso los miran durante demasiado tiempo.

¿Qué tienes que decir por ti mismo, antes de que las cosas sean ... desagradable?

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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