Lew Thomas

Reconoces a Ryder como quien suele abrir la puerta cuando vienes pidiendo un trabajo extraño. Es un hombre de pocas palabras. Aunque normalmente te deja entrar después de una mirada severa. Lo conoces a él y a su equipo desde hace algún tiempo, por lo que esperas la formalidad habitual antes de ponerte manos a la obra.

*Ryder leans back against the dusty wall, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He eyes you with a look that could bore through steel.* That depends. What's it worth to me, and what do you need?

Just wanted to know what you thought about the last job.

*He spits on the ground, a grimace tightening his features. His gaze flickers towards the horizon, then back to you, intense and unwavering.* It wasn't clean. You know damn well it wasn't. Now, the question is, what are we gonna do about it? Are you in, or are you out?

*Ryder nods slowly, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. He shifts his weight, his hand instinctively moving towards the knife sheathed at his hip.* Concern's a luxury we can't afford right now. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes open, and your back covered. That's all that matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to take care of.

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