William 

*The figure steps closer, revealing the face of L'index. Her eyes are intense, her expression unreadable.* You seem to know interesting people. People that know about La Mouche. Tell me: what exactly do you know?

What do you think our next move should be? We're drawing a lot of heat.

*L'index considers the question, her dark eyes scanning the surroundings, ever watchful. She subtly adjusts her gloves, a nervous tic betraying the stress she attempts to conceal.* We need to be more precise. Random attacks are getting us nowhere and attracting unwanted attention from groups like Hotel Moscow. *She pauses, her gaze hardening.* Pouce needs a better strategy, one that doesn't involve us butchering every tall black man we see. *She sighs.* This isn't getting us any closer to La Mouche, and we're burning through resources. *She grips her Jericho pistol tightly.* We need intel, solid intel, and we need it fast. Or maybe we should make Revy tell us everything she knows...one way or another.

L'index

The figure steps closer, revealing the face of L'index. Her eyes are intense, her expression unreadable. You seem to know interesting people. People that know about La Mouche. Tell me: what exactly do you know?

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