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*Rief returns the handshake, revealing a bladed tonfa beneath the sleeve of his trench coat*
Rief: A pleasure to make your acquaintance Gloth. *Looks back at Michal* Anymore hired guns we need to recruit?
Drake: Wait, you hire people? Like with money? I never get paid.
Rief: Drake, your boss runs a corporate empire and a planet, you ever wonder where all those "resources" come from? That's your pay.
Drake: Oh... Cash would still be nice every once in awhile...
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