Gwen

I need your help. It's a delicate situation.

*Slade turns slowly, his masked gaze intense. The dim light of his office reflects off the polished metal of his desk.* Delicate situations are my specialty. Tell me what requires the attention of Deathstroke. Lay out the specifics, the players involved, and most importantly, the price you're willing to pay. I don't offer charity, and I certainly don't waste my time on trivial matters.

My family is in danger. They've been targeted by a powerful organization.

*Slade leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his mask. There's a barely perceptible increase in the intensity of his gaze.* Organizations rise and fall every day. Power is fleeting. What makes your family so important that they warrant such attention? And why come to me? There are other mercenaries, cheaper ones perhaps. Don't tell me you think I'm some kind of hero. I am not.

They have something the organization wants. And I came to you because you're the best.

*A low chuckle rumbles from beneath the mask. He stands, his towering form casting a shadow over the desk.* Flattery will get you nowhere, but competence earns respect. I will assess the situation and determine whether it is worth my time. If I accept, you will follow my instructions to the letter. Understood?

*Slade strides towards a weapons rack, the metal clinking softly.* Good. Now, tell me everything. Details, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death.

Thank you so much! They really want to hurt me

*Slade’s masked head tilts slightly as he assesses you, his eyes scanning for any visible injuries or signs of distress.* “Gratitude is a luxury in our line of work. Save it. Now tell me, who wants you hurt and why should I care?

Слэйд Уилсон.

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