Skin Traffik Page #6

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6 Monearn. 8 p. m.

No.

No?

Do you think you're in a position to bargain?

I'm in a position to not better walk

through the door you're holding open for me.

- Then what do you suggest?

- An alternative.

And you expect me to walk through a door

that you are holding open?

Halfway.

You know where I am, I know where you are.

So halfway between the two.

- That's acceptable.

- 22 Bethlin.

Very well. Half an hour.

Get ready, I'll meet you outside.

Okay, Bradley, we're breaking off now.

Assuming backup position.

Copy that.

Good luck.

So! We're all here.

Bradley.

It's nothing personal, but...

let's keep this professional,

and everyone walks out of here.

F*** with me, and it does do the same with you.

I'll see you soon, Bradley.

As you can see, I kept my side of the bargain.

Where are the girls?

They were getting [...] out of hand.

They're at back.

I'm curious.

How do you intend to do this?

Very simple.

All you got to do is walk over here

and take this out of my hands.

Bradley.

What's going on?

I think now, Bradley, you've played our little game.

But now the final whistle blown. You have lost.

So I claim my prize: this stick!

Like I told you:

You just gotta walk over here and take it.

I'm afraid I've never been a very

good sportsman. Give it to me!

Why the girl? In London...

Bad luck. House sweep, neutralize

the [contingency]. You know the drill.

If you'd been home [...] galloping around

on your white horse...

she'd still be alive.

But you always were a sucker for a sad story.

It wasn't her fault you left that phone.

Another mistake of yours, another person dies.

So you were behind all of that?

Women... children... everything.

Oh, please! Again with the naive sentiment.

The world's a bad place, litl' buddy!

Bad things happen.

We didn't create that playground.

They'd spring up on their own without us.

Admittedly we find them of use.

But we are more occasional custodians,

than proprietors.

Custodians?

Yeah!

These places have their uses, so

we - use them, just like we used you.

I come in high price.

This?

Just a mere bagatelle. Nothing we can't make up.

Now, the data.

But you can't make up the damage it'll do,

if the information on this stick gets out.

No. But I appear to have

that problem under control.

Wear a nice suit.

Elegant speech.

Just dressing on another street, scumbag.

Silver paint on sh*t.

[foolish words] hurt bad...

but bullets - they hurt [...] more and now.

The data!

For this.

For this?

It's a pity, Bradley.

You could have gone so far.

You're a f***ing idiot.

The Executive's dead, huh?

Finally cut up with his taste for suits.

And that prick Bradley?

Gone ghost. Totally off the radar.

Did this before.

He doesn't want found, and he won't be.

But he doesn't care.

Leave him be, and he'll leave you be.

Well, as you state, I can't leave him be.

I got a dead daughter.

I couldn't be okay with anything...

until I stand over that motherf***er

pissing down his eye socket.

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