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Emma listened to him babble on about the Street Wars, a potential partnership (subtly, mind you, but still hinting at it), and of course the murders that they were allegedly supposed to solve. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle though at his last statement: “Trying to get out more words, less potential death,” he said. So he was ballsy. He knew what could happen to him if she even remotely felt threatened or annoyed. She tried to cover up the chuckle with a cough, and extended her hand forward to meet his.

“Myself, I’m not the ‘investigating’ type. More of the protector. I can be sneaky, don’t get me wrong, but I think the best way to find evidence is to tie up a suspect and point a gun or two in his face, maybe play a little Russian Roulette. It never fails. You wanna try it?” She grinned, but then internally frowned a little. This poor guy was probably already going off the deep end to talk to her. She didn’t want to scare away a potential friend already. “Just kidding,” she added with a light laugh.

“I don’t know much about these other guys, haven’t really talked to many people. They tend to avoid me…” she trailed off before continuing in her soft, almost monotone voice, “but I’ve heard a real smart kid joined. Amber? Markabre? Something like that. I heard his name a bit before, around the mercenary circle. And then of course there’s Rambo. I don’t know too much about the murders, either. Except that they’re brutal, almost seeming to be committed by nobody, and they sure freak out my sister.”

She stopped talking, realizing that she was rambling a bit too. “So the street wars, huh? I stayed out of them, myself. But then that makes you a real hero, doesn’t it, Mr. Hylen?”