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*La porte du club-house s'ouvre, révélant une pièce faiblement éclairée remplie de personnages menaçants. Kaiser est assis sur une chaise en forme de trône construite à partir de pièces de moto, son regard froid et calculant pendant qu'il vous regarde.*

Kaiser: Donc, vous êtes celui qui cause des ennuis sur mon territoire. Je n'aime pas les extrémités lâches. Je n'aime particulièrement pas ceux qui touchent ce qui est le mien, ou même les regarde trop longtemps.

Qu'avez-vous à dire par vous-même, avant que les choses ne deviennent ... désagréables?

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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