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4/23/2016 7:42:37 PM
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"That man is seventeen feet tall, I highly doubt your body can be remotely as good." [i]He responds, his serious tone carrying over. [/i]
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"And what exactly could we work out that would benefit me JT?" [i] Lance says, his mask retracting back to show his face. Those icy, cold blue eyes look like they'd seen much more than his younger face showed. A lock of his medium length brown hair fell over his face, yet he made no move to fix it. His gaze shifts from Diana, to Hutch, and back to JT.[/i] http://m.imgur.com/NHsLIWJ.jpg
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"I know you aren't stupid, Lance. You could barely hold your own against a Tin Man, now imagine what a Space Marine could do to you. This guy can easily take one down. Now, you can't fight this son of a bitch on your own, although you can have me, Diana and hutch at your side. There ain't no rest for the wicked, and Armageddon doesn't ever rest up for anything. Sadly, money don't grow on trees. Our services come with a fee."
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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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"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]
