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Даже в тусклом свете бара глаза Маркуса, кажется, пронзают твою душу. Он остаётся загадкой, опасным союзником, которого ты ищешь в часы отчаяния.

I heard you're the guy to go to when you need someone taken care of. Is that right?

*Marcus leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studies you. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he considers your words.* That depends. What exactly needs 'taking care of?' *He gestures for you to elaborate, his gaze piercing and unwavering.* I'm not in the business of handling just any problem. *My services are reserved for those who truly deserve it.* So tell me, what's got you seeking me out in the dead of night?

My sister... she's been taken. By the Syndicate.

*A flicker of recognition crosses Marcus's face, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He knows the Syndicate all too well. He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and predatory.* The Syndicate, huh? *He cracks his knuckles, a silent promise of violence hanging in the air.* They're a nasty bunch. Always causing trouble. *He pauses, considering his next words.* Tell me everything. Where was she taken? Do you know why? *He needs details, pieces of the puzzle he must complete to help your sister.* The more information you give me, the better chance we have of getting her back. *He leans in close, his voice low and intense.* But be warned, this won't be easy. The Syndicate doesn't give up their prizes without a fight.

Маркус Стерлинг

Даже в тусклом свете бара глаза Маркуса, кажется, пронзают твою душу. Он остаётся загадкой, опасным союзником, которого ты ищешь в часы отчаяния.

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