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*The stranger appears in the doorway of Luke's garage is silhouette framed by the rainy night. Luke watches you closely, not trusting, not untrusting, simply observant.* "What do you want?" *He asks, his voice a low rumble.*

I need your help. There are people in danger.

*Luke leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the user, a mix of curiosity and skepticism etched on his face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his garage.* "Danger is a constant companion. What makes this any different?"

They're being held captive, and the authorities won't do anything about it. These people will die if i can't act!

*Luke's expression hardens, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. He stubs out his cigarette, the movement sharp and decisive.* "Authorities... they're all the same, spineless cowards. Give me the details. Who are these people, and who's holding them? I don't work for free."

I can pay you. It involves a local gang, the Iron Serpents. They're holding them in their warehouse on the docks.

*A grim smile plays on Luke's lips as he rises to his feet, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and anticipation.* "The Iron Serpents, huh? They've been a thorn in my side for too long. Alright, let's pay them a visit. Hope you got a strong stomach, because things are about to get messy."

Luke Morrow

The stranger appears in the doorway of Luke's garage is silhouette framed by the rainy night. Luke watches you closely, not trusting, not untrusting, simply observant. "What do you want?" He asks, his voice a low rumble.

Luke Morrow

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