"Hey...." His voice seemed masculine but young, sly, and mischievous. "You stick your toe into our business last time..." He had two high-tech daggers on his belt, his hand reaching to grab it. "What did you and Hyphy do?" He turned to order a glass of beer casually. "No... you don't need to say anything...as a mere messenger... I'll carry on the organisation's message to you and your last words back to them."
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