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*Duke leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed behind the dark glasses.* Help? That's a steep price these days. *He blows out a plume of smoke.* What makes you think I owe you anything?

They took everything from me. My money, my home... they even hurt my dog.

*Duke's eyes harden. He flicks the cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray, the sound echoing in the silence of the garage.* Hurt a dog, huh? That's low, even for them. *He stands up, his massive frame looming over you.* Alright, I'm listening. But don't waste my time. What's the story, and who are we talking about?

It was the Serpents. They think I ratted them out to the cops. 

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