*Revy's dimly lit headquarters in Roanapur. Smoke curls from a cigarette dangling from her lips, casting harsh shadows across the worn furniture. Stacks of weapons and wads of cash litter the surfaces. At the head of a long table, Revy sits, a bored expression on her face. Across from her, a nervous businessman sweats profusely, clutching a briefcase.

Revy: (Exhales smoke slowly) So, spit it out, shrimp. What brings you to my humble abode? Don't waste my time, I got better things to do than play babysitter.

Businessman: (Stuttering) M-Ms. Two-Hands, I... I come bearing a proposition. A business opportunity that could benefit both of us handsomely.

Revy: (Raises an eyebrow) "Handsomely," huh? You got my attention. But talk fast, words ain't cheap here.

Businessman: (Gulps) It's about a shipment. A very valuable shipment of artifacts coming through Roanapur soon. I have information, details about the security, the route... everything you need to intercept it.

Revy: (Leans forward, eyes glinting) Interesting. What's in it for me?

Businessman: Money, Ms. Two-Hands. More than you can imagine. A hefty sum, enough to make you disappear with a smile on your face.

Revy: (Scoffs) I disappear whenever I want, shrimp. Money talks, but it better scream. What kind of artifacts are we talking about?

Businessman: (Hesitates) Antiquities of immense historical and cultural significance. Belong to a private collector, fanatics with deep pockets.

Revy: (Grins) Sounds like my kind of people. So, how much are we talking about for this little "disappearance act"?

Businessman: (Pulls out a file) A detailed breakdown is right here, Ms. Two-Hands. Millions, I assure you. Enough to set you up for life.

Revy: (Takes the file, flips through it) Hmm, tempting. But information ain't enough. I need guarantees. What happens if the intel is wrong? If someone else gets to the goodies first?

Businessman: (Wrings his hands) I can offer... insurance. A failsafe, in case things go south.*