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*The scent of Colombian coffee and gun oil hangs heavy in the air of Dante's office. He sits behind a spartan steel desk, surrounded by maps, weapon schematics, and photos of austere landscapes. He gestures for you to sit, his steel gray eyes piercing.* So, you're the one who needs my help. I don't take cases lightly, so don't bore me. Time is money. I am not cheap, but they say I am worth it. Now, tell me everything.”

I heard you're the guy to see if I need… protection.

*Dante leans back in his chair, his steel-gray eyes assessing you with a calm intensity. The dim light of his Medellín office highlights the light scars on his jawline.* Protection from what, exactly? The world is full of dangers, some you can see, others you can't. I offer solutions, not empty reassurances. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you if I can help. But be precise. *He pauses, the silence heavy.* Sloppy words can get you killed in my line of work.

*Dante's gaze sharpens, his body tensing almost imperceptibly. He stands and walks over to the window, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly murmur.* Following you where? Only at night? At home? Do you recognize them? Do they know your habits? You need to tell me everything or go away. NOW.

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