Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Fab]

ORATOR:
"If I feared shady government organizations and dying in a nameless grave, I’d have retired years ago. No, gentlemen. Wealth doesn’t shield me. Foresight does. And foresight is what I’m offering you."

He walked toward the crate again, running a finger across its cold surface.

ORATOR:
"The Sudbury anomaly isn’t a curiosity. It's something that can change the balance of power in the entire sector, and the worst men alive are fighting to be the ones who pick it up. Lane Hackers, Technocrats, Xenos -- all sworn enemies. And yet, the moment Liberty draws near… they move as one hand."

He let that thought hang, then looked back at the Daggers, his eyes narrowing.

ORATOR:
"Ask yourselves why. Why would enemies coordinate, however briefly, to keep you away? What truth do they fear you discovering?"

He let the silence stretch a beat longer, then softened his tone, almost conversational.

ORATOR:
"Your bargain is simple. Yes -- Riegel will be yours. And the trinket, too. But not before you’ve delivered Sudbury’s secrets. I’m no gambler, gentlemen -- I deal in certainties."

The glow of the cigar traced arcs in the air as he gestured between them.

ORATOR:
"Bring me the deep scans of the anomaly, and I'll make sure your branch receives funding, leverage. The chests of the two gentlemen would also feel heavier with the weight of the medals and accolades."

ORATOR takes a step back, glancing the ashtray on the cold metallic table.

ORATOR:
"I will stay here, awaiting eagerly your return. Do we have a deal, gentlemen?"

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