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4/23/2016 7:52:35 PM
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"That fight against a Tin Man was 16 years ago. I promise you JT, that much time does a lot to a man." [i] Lance's blue eyes seemingly glow with power.[/i] "And sure, I'll bite, why not. How much?"
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"Ten thousand, seeing as I can't get the Gladius on this ship, and have no NWH support, save for Diana here."
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"Do you want that in an intergalactic bank account or cash?" [i] Lance says with a smirk. JT had no idea how much money was at Lance's disposal, but the number he threw out didn't even make Lance flinch.[/i]
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"Cash. And just so you know, the price is normally much, much higher. Although I figured that I still owed you, so that would pay it off."
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[i] Lance reaches one hand out over the table, but it vanishes up to the elbow. When he pulls back, he seemingly pulls a black briefcase out of the air itself and sets it in front of JT, popping the lid on it and showing stacks of hundred dollar bills.[/i] "20,000; for old times sake."
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"Excellent, thank you mister May. Now chances are you'll find Hutch if you try to contact us, so he'll be your main informant. Do we have a deal?" [i]JT asked before the trio stood, and he extended an arm to Ronin. [/i]
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[i] Lance shook his hand in a firm grip.[/i] "You've got a deal Cowboy." [i] He says with a chuckle.[/i]
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"Alright. We'll contact you if we have more information, and we trust you'll do the same." [i]Diana replied, taki g the briefcase from the table before the trio left, Hutch shooting a brief, awe-filled glance at Ronin aa he walked out of the bar. [/i]
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[i] Lance raises an eyebrow at Hutch before shaking his head, his mask covering his face once again.[/i]
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((End))
