"Don't insult me, please. I'm talking about proper organized crime, not this willy-nilly gang bullshit most people associate our name with." - Dixon let out an annoyed sigh - "I mean, look around: We've got the manpower, the goods, the underworld presence, yet nothing happened for decades. I mean we have this opinion to go for, or we turn towards politics. All the problems with Liberty's "justice" system might give us a legitimate background, but it would be a windmill fight as far as I'm concerned."
His eyes wandered to the armor again. The more he looked at it, the more it grasped his attention, although he couldn't give a reason. After quickly sending the remainder of his drink down, Dixon turned back to Ampere. "Both options would bring... changes. Big ones"
