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~Nora.Inu~
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Sedric made a face when Lance mentioned the human money.
"That is really gross. Why would you even try that? It should be obvious that unless you have the right tools and chemicals, which only scientist can get, that humans can not be cut that thin. Haven't you ever been to a museum?" he said as if the thoughts didn't bother him. He looked around once more to make sure no one new came it before turning most of his attention to Lance.
"Convince you? Seriously? How in the hell do you expect me to convince you? I could try many tactics, but judging by your eyes and body language, you're either going to kill me or fuck me. Honestly, you're a very easy person to read. I'm surprised your such a well known mercenary. Which is also easy to tell me the way you talk about killing people and your clients. One of the richest men in the world wouldn't hire you unless you're the best. It's funny, you're giving me little pieces of your life just in the stupid things you say. Anyway, I have not put myself in a hole because, you see, well..." he paused for purposeful dramatic affect.
"I am a very smart person, and you are wrong to assume that I don't already have a plan for getting out of this... pickle," he said, holding up his phone and showing a line of text messages which he had exchanged with someone labeled 'X'.
"My acquaintance here wouldn't dare let me die, and whilst you've been rambling about you're killings, I've already arranged for the police to be routed here in the next thirty seconds. Then, a midst the chaos of the SWAT team piling in, I, being skinny and fairly agile in sugh dire situations, will make my way out, where X will be waiting for my with the get away car. If you can some how stop all this from happening, I'll consider a deal between us," he said, checking his watch.
"You have thirty seconds."
"That is really gross. Why would you even try that? It should be obvious that unless you have the right tools and chemicals, which only scientist can get, that humans can not be cut that thin. Haven't you ever been to a museum?" he said as if the thoughts didn't bother him. He looked around once more to make sure no one new came it before turning most of his attention to Lance.
"Convince you? Seriously? How in the hell do you expect me to convince you? I could try many tactics, but judging by your eyes and body language, you're either going to kill me or fuck me. Honestly, you're a very easy person to read. I'm surprised your such a well known mercenary. Which is also easy to tell me the way you talk about killing people and your clients. One of the richest men in the world wouldn't hire you unless you're the best. It's funny, you're giving me little pieces of your life just in the stupid things you say. Anyway, I have not put myself in a hole because, you see, well..." he paused for purposeful dramatic affect.
"I am a very smart person, and you are wrong to assume that I don't already have a plan for getting out of this... pickle," he said, holding up his phone and showing a line of text messages which he had exchanged with someone labeled 'X'.
"My acquaintance here wouldn't dare let me die, and whilst you've been rambling about you're killings, I've already arranged for the police to be routed here in the next thirty seconds. Then, a midst the chaos of the SWAT team piling in, I, being skinny and fairly agile in sugh dire situations, will make my way out, where X will be waiting for my with the get away car. If you can some how stop all this from happening, I'll consider a deal between us," he said, checking his watch.
"You have thirty seconds."