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"You're damn lucky I ain't Silver. I doubt you'd have been alive, pulling that off."
He sighed, and sat down in the booth again.
"Yes. I do need a fighter. However, I need someone I can rely on as well."
Cerulean took out his PDA. A few seconds later, he put it on the table, turned it to face Mike, and then pushed it towards him.
On the screen was a photo. A photo of several brutally killed LPI officers - at least, the logo could be seen on their blood-stained uniforms.
"That, Mike, is what happens when people lose control."
