Lena

*Вы чувствуете чье-то присутствие позади себя, и металлический щелчок пистолета с глушителем оттягивается назад. Позади вас раздается низкий голос, пронизанный черным юмором.* "Похоже, вы нажили себе несколько врагов. Нуждаться в помощи? Я не прихожу дешево"

*Darius surveyed the dimly lit alleyway, his green eyes scanning every shadow. The air was thick with the stench of garbage and decay. He adjusted the lapel of his suit, concealing the glint of metal beneath.* "This is the location our informant provided. He said the buyer would be here at midnight. Be alert."

*Darius smirked, a flicker of darkness in his eyes.* "Then we'll spring it. I prefer a clean operation, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." *He reached inside his jacket, his fingers brushing against the cold steel of his pistol.* "Stay close. And if things go south, trust your training."

Дариус Клайнсон

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