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[Locke Cole]

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The door to the hideout opens and closes quietly, as if the wind had just shown itself inside.

"You needed me?" says the voice in the shadows, which reveals itself as Locke.

"Yes... We have a contract," says Dymm.

Locke raises his eyebrows, and sits down across from Dymm's desk.

Dymm pushes the contract book over to Locke and leans back in the chair, looking pleased.

Locke opens it, staring at Dymm, puzzled. His eyes move to the book, darting back and forth faster and faster as he read the details of the hit.

Locke stares up in disbelief. "What... really? Didn't I always comment on..." he trails off, and continues reading feverishly.

Locke looks up again, his mouth open ready to speak, then back down at the book, with a pleased looking Dymm chuckling gently at his shock.

"I best start gathering some information then," Locke says with a nod. Dymm nods back without a word.

Locke recalls away with a thought of cruel pleasure washing over his shock and disbelief. There is work to be done, Locke thought.
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