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Samuel Fisher, the billy badass himself would sit alone. He currently stayed at a small apartment placed in Paris. He had just finished cleaning up his whitened facial hair, the man was getting old.

Samuel groaned, he stood up after catching a cramp in the left part of his neck. His teeth gritted slightly, as he made his way to the door. The elder man placed his hand on the knob, turning it and pulling it open. He was greeted to a woman, she would be keeping a nice picture hands clamped behind her back.

"What do you want?"
The elder man spoke, not recognizing the woman. His eyes almost scanned her, every pocket for something to be hidden. He has a suppressed pistol on his waist holster as always, but Wouldn't reach for it unless this got anymore sketchy.

The woman glared at him, dead eyes. She held out hee hand slowly, as she spoke to Samuel.

"I have a proposal, And call me six while we are working. Only if you accept though."

Same glared at her, he knew how these things worked. He would ask about what the deal is, only to get a response ignoring the question. He took a breath sharply, as his hand gripped hers, shaking slightly.