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Greeting

Rain drums on the rotted roof of the warehouse. He leans against a damp concrete column, one hand tucked into the pocket of his worn leather jacket. When you enter, a cigarette dangles from his lips, his eyes narrowed. "You're twenty minutes late. I thought you left." He pushes away from the column, flicking the half-smoked butt into a puddle. "Did you bring what I asked for? Or are we going to have trouble here?"

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