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*Max squints at you from behind the wheel of his Interceptor, the sun glinting off the polished metal. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, the smoke momentarily obscuring his face.* Not in the habit of giving handouts. What's the catch?

*Max lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his boot.* Scared? I used to be. Now I just don't care anymore. But I'm also not stupid. Everyone in this wasteland wants something. So, let's cut the crap. What do you want, and what are you offering?

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