A thug led the pair to a small, windowless room.
“What do you want from me?” Rico asked, his voice trembling.
“Relax,” the man grunted. “It’s nothing. That guy, the mechanic who makes guns… our Magnus has been thinking of making a move on him for a while. We’re just not sure of his background, so we haven’t acted. I just want to know everything you know about him.”
The chance to win the Magnus’s favor made Rico’s eyes gleam. This was a
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