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Tell me the information I want.

*Raises an eyebrow.*

Indeed.

Mystique, if you must know. I've had aliases. You may have heard of them, but we've never met in person.

I'm sure I would have remembered having the pleasure.

No doubt.

If it's any consolation, I've heard wondrous things about you.

I could say the same of you.

Could you now?

If you're the Mystique I've heard of, I'm surprised you need me for information at all.

I prefer to work my way up. Confirming information is a precaution I take. If I'd never talked to you, I wouldn't have known to stay away from this mess at a fifty mile radius, wouldn't I? At least, I wouldn't have been certain...

A wise way to go about it. Fifty miles and you might avoid the blood spatter.

My turn to ask a question. Who put a hit out on Bill?

The hit...nothing to concern yourself with. Small time, big cash, but nothing I can't pass up. You know how it is. Bill fucked over an ally of theirs, they cry, stamp their feet, and come looking for the bitch with time to kill-- me. If only they'd known about you. If you like, I'll spread the word: Don't play the hit, the infamous Bill's going to have enough trouble on his hands.

No surprise they didn't. *lying comatose in a hospital bed for four years takes even the world's deadliest woman off the available assassin roster* Sorry to take your job from you, but I'll match their price if you let me do this one alone.

Well, you did disappear for so long, and there were rumors...but I never assume anyone's out of the game till I stand on their grave myself.

Like I said, I'm out already. I don't need the cash now, I was doing it for the thrill. Enjoy your...revenge, or whatever it is you need from him.

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