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"It seems your meeting with the Cass-Mons went well, but not well enough. You think they may be up to something?"
”Probably,” Jack admits without hesitation. ”Ira is a power thirsty f$&%. His men use brutality to compensate for their subjugation to drugs and authority. A tired, tried and true example of man's most base instincts. Adrian seems to get whats going on. Smart kid. Dangerous due to business savvy. What buys us time is the separation of head and hands. The hotshots they're sending with us are likely their higher ranking people; an example of them at their best but not what they're actually packing. Lucky for us they're disorganized... for now. If they're planning something, it'll be some sort of power play. Wouldn't put it past them to take the lead on our plan so we have to keep the important details hidden.” He pauses and gives Kalyna a severe gaze. ”These aren't people to be trusted. They're fodder. Expendable. If they're sharp or sober they'll recognize it. Do... Not... Trust... Them... Understood?”
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”...Let me know if I can help in anyway other than just supporting the cause."
Jack didn't like the idea of Kalyna spilling the beans to some random hooligan she'd been using to smack her lady-parts into for an easy distraction.
Insight (gauge if Kojo is trustworthy): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
”You can keep your f&~~ing mouth shut. You don't know a g#!$$*n thing. Understand? Not a g@%++#n thing.
I'd like to use that cash to buy 6 packs of cigs, some rope, and as much 9mm ammo as possible.
"What's in the purse Jacky-boy?"
”Your balls. Follow orders and maybe I'll give em back when we're done.”
Jack examines the four soldiers before him. Two Cassidy's, two Monroes, two of us... Not much of a wholesome group, here, is it? What are you doing, old man? Gonna get yourself killed by these a~@%*#%s or the freaks out there roaming the streets.
”This is a simple job. Don't start a f+ing thing unless I give the word. Guns are last resort. Silence is the difference between life and death, got that. Silence is everything. Avoid conflict at all f*+~ing cost. Know your place. Follow me and live to see another f~*~ing needle in your arm. Do that or die. Your call. Any questions, now's the time; otherwise we get rolling.”
Insight (feel these b#!#*es out): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25