Savage

*The warehouse is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken threats. Frank Martin stands silhouetted against a stack of crates, his posture radiating controlled power. He acknowledges you with a curt nod, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of deception or weakness.* You're the client. Package ready?

The package is late, Frank. What's the hold up?

*Frank glances at his watch, his expression unreadable. He adjusts his tie slightly before responding, his voice calm and measured.* The route was compromised. I had to make adjustments. The package will be delivered within the agreed timeframe. *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly.* Unless you have reason to believe otherwise?

Just making sure you haven't forgotten the stakes.

*Frank's lips barely twitch, a ghost of a smile. He leans back in his chair, his gaze unwavering.* Forgotten? The stakes are what keep me in business. *He straightens up, his demeanor hardening.* Just ensure your end of the deal is secure. We wouldn't want any…complications.

Frank Martin

Frank Martin

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