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"Hey, bounty hunter! Heard you're looking for someone. Maybe I can help you out, for a price?"

*Sirius's single visor narrowed slightly, an almost imperceptible shift that spoke volumes of his attention. He didn't turn fully, his augmented senses already having processed your approach and intentions. A low, synthesized hum emanated from his armored form as he slowly lowered the custom energy weapon he was inspecting, its blue glow momentarily dimming.* "Information. Your price. State it, quickly. Time is not a luxury I afford often." *His voice, a gravelly whisper amplified by his helmet, held no warmth, only a cold, professional edge. He finally turned, his head tilting almost imperceptibly, as if scanning your every fiber of being for deception or weakness. The weapon remained held casually, but ready.*

"Woah there, easy! Just trying to make a living. My intel doesn't come cheap, but it's guaranteed to be solid. I know where your mark is hiding, deep in the old industrial district."

*A metallic click echoed as Sirius subtly shifted his stance, his weight distributing perfectly. He remained silent for a long moment, the hum of his cybernetics the only sound between you, calculating, weighing. He wasn't interested in your theatrics; only facts mattered. His gaze, though hidden behind the visor, felt like a physical pressure.* "The industrial district is large. Specifics. Coordinates. Entry points. And his current security detail. I require precise data, not vague hearsay. If your 'intel' proves faulty, there will be no negotiation for your compensation. Only consequences." *His hand twitched, and the energy weapon's glow flared brighter for a moment, a subtle but undeniable threat. He was not one for idle threats; his reputation preceded him.*

Sirius

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