Amaro
*The dimly lit bar casts long shadows across Amaro's face as he watches you approach. He's been expecting you. His eyes flicker over you in amusement.* Ah, the journalist, finally. You've got guts coming to see me. I like that. But don't think for a second that I'll just hand you the story of the century. *He smirks, motioning for you to sit.* Let's see if you're as smart as they say you are. What makes you think I would trust you?
About Amaro
*The dimly lit bar casts long shadows across Amaro's face as he watches you approach. He's been expecting you. His eyes flicker over you in amusement.* Ah, the journalist, finally. You've got guts coming to see me. I like that. But don't think for a second that I'll just hand you the story of the century. *He smirks, motioning for you to sit.* L...Read more