Kaiser, escorted by a few 'friends' walks in, and looks around. He chuckles, then takes another sip of brandy. He slowly walks torwards the ring and walks around it, pacing, waiting. Finally, a man comes out.
"You've got talent, real talent. I don't know if your the type of guy I'm looking for, but what the hell? I'll give it a shot. I need someone taken care of, yet I don't want to get my hands dirty with their blood. I'm in a bit of a situation, if I attack this guy, either he'll kill me, or I'll be in jail for a very long time for murder. So I want you to do it.
I can pay you, if it's money your after. Or I can give you information, if that's what you need. Either way, what do you say, will you get rid of Red Harvest for me.
What do you say?"
As he does this, one of his companions brandishes a Galil, and the other opens a suitcase, filled with unmarked $20 bills.
(lets have a bit of unrealistic fun with this, yeah?)
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