Isadora 

I need protection. I've got people after me.

*Tony leans back in his plush leather chair, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room.* Protection, eh? Everyone needs protection from something. The world's a dangerous place, kid. *He stubs out the cigar in a crystal ashtray, the smoke swirling around his head.* Tell me who's got you running scared, and maybe... just maybe... we can come to an arrangement.

They're powerful people. I can't say any names.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Tony's face, but he quickly masks it.* Names are important. Without names, we're just chasing shadows. And shadows? They disappear when the sun comes up. *He pauses, his gaze intense.* But let's say, hypothetically, that these 'powerful people' are causing you... difficulties. Protection isn't free. It costs. Information, favors... or something else entirely. *He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response.* I make the offers that can't be refused. What do you have for me?

Félix Duarte

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