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Carl listened to Shadow Wolf's offer. He wouldn't like working for the organization of the men who had killed his mother. And for 5000 credits?
"This is completely ridiculous." Carl mumbled quietly, a little offended by what low thoughts this man must have of his assassination skills.

Surely this Agent couldn't be serious, offering that little. This sum was less than a fourth of what he was usually offered, as his hirers were most of the time pretty desperate.
"You call me up here to speak to me yourself," Carl began. " deeming by that, this target must be of at least some importance, and now you want to hire me to kill whoever this is for 5000 credits? I honestly thought more of Shadow Tech than offering a sum like that." Carl walked up to the desk of Volf.
"My mother was killed in cold blood by two Shadow Tech Agents at my 15th birthday, because she accidentally spilled a drink on one of them, working extra at a bar trying to get money to buy me a fucking cake." Carl was getting slightly angry, his tone slowly morphing into a more infuriated one as he looked right into the red eyes of Adion. "I've gotten robbed and beaten up multiple times by shitheads from Shadow Tech, I have nothing but contempt for your organization. While I'd not be overjoyed from being on your radar, and while I usually don't let personal feelings get in the way, I thought you could at least offer me an amount higher than the monthly allowance of a rich 14-year-old."
He didn't even care that he was in the Shadow Tech HQ, and inside the office Agent Adion Volf, he wasn't about to kill someone for 5000 credits, even less for a despicable organization such as Shadow Tech.

"I'm not saying I'm one of the good guys. Because I'm not, but at least I'm honest to some extent, and I'm honest when I tell you that I am not turning into a backstabbing cockroach for 5000 credits!" he finally ended his sentiment with, this last part being spoken with an increasingly loud and furious voice, mildly hoping that the Agent on the opposite side of the desk would keep his cool, like the kind of man he had seemed to be upon Carl's first arrival into the room, and not send in security to hold him while he pulled the mercenary's teeth out one by one.