The Syndicate
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Smoking Man: He lit up a cigar, taking it to his lips and smoking from it. "Come on, Agent. You've stirred quite the trouble." He looked straight at you.
Well-Manicured Man: "Have some decency." He said politely to the Smoking Man, sitting back in a chair.
First Elder: "Only if we can come to an agreement."
Second Elder: "Speak up then, Agent."