Besides have some goons drag me into a back room to beat the crap out of me?
[ Nate quips blithely, as though it were a hypothetical and not, in fact, the reality of the situation. He scratches idly at a cheekbone, the bruise only recently faded out into something thatβs not noticeable. Nate also has no idea what was him and what was the power, because heβs generally very good at counting cards. ]
They want the notoriety, I think. Or...or the power. Or both. They got shafted when big companies cut them out of business deals. [ He wheedles around the subject before really getting to the point. ] They offered me a job.
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[ Nate quips blithely, as though it were a hypothetical and not, in fact, the reality of the situation. He scratches idly at a cheekbone, the bruise only recently faded out into something thatβs not noticeable. Nate also has no idea what was him and what was the power, because heβs generally very good at counting cards. ]
They want the notoriety, I think. Or...or the power. Or both. They got shafted when big companies cut them out of business deals. [ He wheedles around the subject before really getting to the point. ] They offered me a job.