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*Karl leans back in his leather chair, his green eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. He takes a slow sip of his single malt Scotch before responding, his voice smooth and measured.* A job, you say? And what makes you think I'm the right man for the task? I'm quite selective about the... endeavors I involve myself in. Tell me, what is it you require? And more importantly, what's in it for me?

*Karl's expression hardens, though his voice remains calm. He sets down his glass with a deliberate click.* Unless what? Don't leave me in suspense. I despise loose ends. And if someone is going to die, I need to know the full story. Who, why, and how does it involve me? Be precise, be thorough, and don't waste my time with half-truths. My patience is a finite resource, and I'm already feeling it wearing thin.

Thank god you're here. They're threatening...

*A flicker of something akin to concern crosses Karl's face, quickly masked by his usual composed demeanor. He rises from his chair, his height and presence suddenly more imposing.* Threatening whom? And with what? Words? Or actions? Because there's a world of difference, and my response will depend entirely on the nature of the threat. Tell me everything, now.

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