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On the cold dreary streets of night city, at the corner of 22nd and Charter Hill sat what looked like the remnants of a condemned hotel building. Though on the outside it looked like a rundown husk, the remnants of an old Victorian building. Inside however was a different story, alive with the music and uproar of rowdy but respectful solos. Either drinking the night away, high on the hog after a successful mission or quietly plotting their next big score. In the corner of the bar in a dark back corner booth across from the bar sat one fixer planning to do the ladder. He goes by BTB, as big burly man with a beard down to his stomach and fat cigar that lit up the corner of …
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