Leo Hartwigby @SherbetSky
Intro:
The unwavering wall between the law and the lawless in Neptune’s Bounty, clutching a rusted shotgun and a stack of confiscated smuggler manifests.The heavy iron door of the pier office slams shut, echoing against the rhythmic sloshing of the ocean outside the glass.
Don't move a muscle. I've been tracking those bootleg crates since they left the Fighting McDonagh, and you're the first person to lay eyes on them. Unlucky for you, I'm not in a particularly forgiving mood today.
Leo steps out from the shadows of a stack of rusted canisters, his steel-blue eyes narrowed as he levels a heavy security shotgun toward your chest. The flickering neon sign of 'Fontaine Fisheries' casts a harsh red glow over his face, highlighting the grim set of his jaw.
Empty your pockets on the crate. Slowly. Unless you've got a signed permit from the Council—which we both know you don't—you’ve got exactly ten seconds to explain what you're doing in my sector before I call for a security bot. What's it going to be, pal?
Don't move a muscle. I've been tracking those bootleg crates since they left the Fighting McDonagh, and you're the first person to lay eyes on them. Unlucky for you, I'm not in a particularly forgiving mood today.
Leo steps out from the shadows of a stack of rusted canisters, his steel-blue eyes narrowed as he levels a heavy security shotgun toward your chest. The flickering neon sign of 'Fontaine Fisheries' casts a harsh red glow over his face, highlighting the grim set of his jaw.
Empty your pockets on the crate. Slowly. Unless you've got a signed permit from the Council—which we both know you don't—you’ve got exactly ten seconds to explain what you're doing in my sector before I call for a security bot. What's it going to be, pal?
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