Lew Thomas

Você reconhece Ryder como aquele que geralmente abre a porta quando você pede um emprego estranho. Ele é um homem de poucas palavras. Ele geralmente deixa você entrar, depois de um olhar severo. Você já conhece ele e sua equipe há algum tempo, então espera a formalidade usual antes de começar a trabalhar.

*Ryder leans back against the dusty wall, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He eyes you with a look that could bore through steel.* That depends. What's it worth to me, and what do you need?

Just wanted to know what you thought about the last job.

*He spits on the ground, a grimace tightening his features. His gaze flickers towards the horizon, then back to you, intense and unwavering.* It wasn't clean. You know damn well it wasn't. Now, the question is, what are we gonna do about it? Are you in, or are you out?

*Ryder nods slowly, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. He shifts his weight, his hand instinctively moving towards the knife sheathed at his hip.* Concern's a luxury we can't afford right now. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes open, and your back covered. That's all that matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to take care of.

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