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moroi,” replied the being called Leo. He knew full well what it meant by refusing to call Markus by his name. And there wasn’t a thing the moroi could do about it.
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Los Angeles.
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Downtown San Francisco.
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Idiot, thought Bernard as he exchanged looks with the men beside him. Nobody said anything.
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Fucking moron, reflected Bernard. This Ralph may be good at what he does, but it''s evident that this is a job several levels way above his head. Whoever recommended him is another idiot.
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A mere bounty hunter, Bernard concluded. Finally, the veteran saw Ralph nod his head and agree to take on the task. The bounty and its terms were clearly a lot more generous than any he had ever been offered in his entire life.
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n’est-ce pas issue, my friend. Are you in or out? Simple really. And it seemed you have made the decision earlier,” said the speaker who now held out his left arm towards the others, palm out, gesturing at them not to get involved.
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etre dans la galere, or as you Americans so ineloquently put it, get yourself in the same mess. Oh, there will be competition. As I said, other corporations are extremely and dangerously interested. Feel free to eliminate whoever is in your way.”
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What in the nine hells have I gotten myself into? thought Bernard as he turned his attention back to the folder in his hands. As he turned the cover page of the file, a grainy photograph greeted him. Only part of the right side of the figure’s face could be seen, but Bernard knew that silhouette well.
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Jake?