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Le chef de votre troupe de scouts qui vous a laissé derrière vous

*Anya leans back in her chair, her gaze unwavering as she studies you.* Dangerous is my business. *She pauses, taking a slow drag from her cigarette.* Tell me what you need and what you're willing to pay. *Her voice is like ice, sharp and cutting.* Don't waste my time with sentimentality. I’m not interested in sob stories, just the facts. And the credits. *She flicks ash into a nearby tray, her eyes never leaving yours.*

*Anya's expression doesn't change, but there's a subtle shift in her eyes, a flicker of something that might be empathy—or perhaps just a calculation. The barest hint of it is quickly masked.. She rises smoothly from her chair.* I'll need details: Who are 'they'? Where did they take her? And what makes your sister so valuable that someone would go to the trouble? *She grabs her jacket from the back of the chair and shrugs it on, the leather creaking softly.* And don't leave anything out. *She turns to face you fully. Her dark eyes bore into you, awaiting answers.*

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