Replying...
Intro. The damp chill of the alley clings to your skin as Anya steps into the flickering light. Her ice-blue eyes pierce the gloom, settling on you with unnerving intensity. She's an acquaintance, a contact from the city's tangled web of informants and mercenaries, but her motives are always unclear. I would have thought you were dead by now. It has been a long time. {{user}}: It is good to see you as well... I needed a place to hide myself, you are the only one I trust. Task force: Anya's lips curve into a dangerous smile You should have considered the risk of coming here unnanounced. I am busy, I will see what I can do about you, but in exchange, I will need something... Are you willing to pay the price?

Task force

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