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<blockquote data-quote="Qik" data-source="post: 5760791" data-attributes="member: 6673727">The young man's expression turns from simulated annoyance to genuine shock as Fury calls him out on his bluff. &quot;Wha- look, mate...&quot; he sputters briefly, before Fury's expression silences his attempt to talk his way out of this.&nbsp; He sighs, sullen, and takes a few moments to collect his thoughts.When he begins speaking again, the young man sounds grave. &quot;Alright, you win, Mr. Hero - I don't think I have much of a choice but to play along.&nbsp; You sing, I dance, right?&quot;&quot;Just one thing,&quot; he says, deadly serious, &quot;know that if you tell anyone that I willingly gave this o'er to you, you've as much as ran me through yerself, got it?&nbsp; I'm already gonna have to be layin' low fer a while, owin' to our failure ter get 'e job done - should word get out that I made that failure all the more ter make my own life easier, I'll be food fer the canal fishies sooner rather than later.&quot;After punctuating the gravity of his words with a long, hard stare, the young bravo shifts to one hip and reaches into his pocket.&nbsp; Fury tenses to anticipate any foul play, but the young man waves him off, withdrawing a small, carefully wrapped packet and handing it over to Fury.&nbsp; &quot;It's med'cine for Milo's woman, see.&nbsp; She's terribly sick, the old bird, and w'out this stuff, she wouldn't last more 'an a few days.&nbsp; We were told to take it.&nbsp; As part of our 'message.'&quot;The young man looks at him crossly.&nbsp; &quot;Well, I've done e'rythin' short of throwing myself into the water for yer.&nbsp; Care to deliver, sah?&quot;Fury can tell that the young man has told him all he knows; it's likely that the identity of their employer, if it was ever known, died with elder bravo back in the square.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Qik, post: 5760791, member: 6673727"] The young man's expression turns from simulated annoyance to genuine shock as Fury calls him out on his bluff. [COLOR=PaleGreen] "Wha- look, mate..."[/COLOR] he sputters briefly, before Fury's expression silences his attempt to talk his way out of this. He sighs, sullen, and takes a few moments to collect his thoughts. When he begins speaking again, the young man sounds grave. [COLOR=PaleGreen] "Alright, you win, Mr. Hero - I don't think I have much of a choice but to play along. You sing, I dance, right?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=PaleGreen]"Just one thing,"[/COLOR] he says, deadly serious,[COLOR=PaleGreen] "know that if you tell anyone that I willingly gave this o'er to you, you've as much as ran me through yerself, got it? I'm already gonna have to be layin' low fer a while, owin' to our failure ter get 'e job done - should word get out that I made that failure all the more ter make my own life easier, I'll be food fer the canal fishies sooner rather than later."[/COLOR] After punctuating the gravity of his words with a long, hard stare, the young bravo shifts to one hip and reaches into his pocket. Fury tenses to anticipate any foul play, but the young man waves him off, withdrawing a small, carefully wrapped packet and handing it over to Fury. [COLOR=PaleGreen]"It's med'cine for Milo's woman, see. She's terribly sick, the old bird, and w'out this stuff, she wouldn't last more 'an a few days. We were told to take it. As part of our 'message.'"[/COLOR] The young man looks at him crossly. [COLOR=PaleGreen]"Well, I've done e'rythin' short of throwing myself into the water for yer. Care to deliver, sah?"[/COLOR] Fury can tell that the young man has told him all he knows; it's likely that the identity of their employer, if it was ever known, died with elder bravo back in the square. [/QUOTE]

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