Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150604071422

"Oh this? It's a little something-something I came up with a while back called: Liquid Cojones." now, normally Ingraham was very reluctant to share his flask, but loosened nerves and all that jazz "I dunno, what's the most you've handled? Ifins' ya got ye olde irish liver, I might share."

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"I don't need propoganda. I have profiles." Zephrion said with a slight drawl "All of our clients get a selection of dossiers, reports, released footage to back them up. If I was really blowing smoke up people's rears, then explain why I'd have an entire new wing built for a ten year old one-off?"

"Also, Eliminators tend to set their own prices. We just collect a 20% handling fee. Some are worth it, some aren't. I remember this one neophyte: Calder Willardey. Ex-Beaconite looking for some extra training. Charged outrageously, as in four-digit figures a day for something as simple as playing bodyguard for a CEO. We both know a thing or two about bodyguards. You have Trigo and he's a class of his own. Most CEOs only hire an Eliminator if they know someone wants their head. After all, why do you think Schnee has a tab here?"

As Zephrion mused this old story, Stahlfritz happened to be coming in for an order. "Talking about that Calder fellow, hmm? I remember him. He knew what he was doing, it's just that he let his ego set the prices." Picking up his drink, "Yeah, because obviously people will pay your ridiculous prices for simple tasks just so they can say they had to send an Eliminator. Funny, I thought people hired us when they didn't want things to go public..." *sigh* "