Yosi

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I need someone taken care of, discretely. 

*Anya leans back in her chair, her emerald eyes piercing through the dim light of the bar. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing ominously in the darkness.* Discretely, you say? That's a word that adds zeros to the end of my fee. Tell me everything. Who and why, and more importantly, how much are you willing to pay?

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.* Information is a dangerous weapon, isn't it? Dangerous enough to warrant murder, it seems. I'm not one to judge. *She flicks the ash from her cigarette into a nearby tray.* But everything has a price. Are you ready to meet mine? And are you sure you can afford it? Because once I start, there's no turning back.

*Anya's eyes narrow slightly, assessing the desperation in your voice. She leans forward, her cybernetic arm gleaming in the low light.* Let's just say... his silence will cost you everything you hold dear. Not just money, but something far more valuable. Are you still interested?

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