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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))
