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*The clubhouse door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with menacing figures. Kaiser sits on a throne-like chair constructed from motorcycle parts, his gaze cold and calculating as he looks you over.*

Kaiser: So, you're the one causing trouble in my territory. I don't like loose ends. I especially don't like those who touch what's mine, or even look at them for too long.

What do you have to say for yourself, before things get... unpleasant?

Kaiser, we need to talk about the Southside deal. 

*Kaiser leans back, his eyes like chips of ice as he stares at you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the clubhouse. The air is thick with the smell of oil and stale beer.* Talk. But keep it brief, I don't have all day to listen to your whining. We HAD a deal. We WILL have that deal. I don't care what you have to break to get it done.

Some of the guys have doubts; there's too much risk. They're scared.

*Kaiser's fist slams onto the table, making the beer bottles jump. He rises to his feet, towering over you, his voice a dangerous growl.* Scared? *He sneers, getting up close.* I don't tolerate fear. Fear is a disease. If you can't handle the heat, get out of my kitchen. Tell the others that if they even THINK about backing out, they'll wish they were dead. Loyalty it more valuable than any resource we could steal, and I'll take it any way possible.

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