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"So here's the rub down. I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies and there's this one pie down in District 16. You know how P-Company is, don't you?" Your body shivers at the mere mention of that District. It's not nearly as inhospitable as some other Districts but from the rumors you heard about the facilities there, it's not good. "Luckily for you, you're not being sent to a facility!"
"Oh thank fuck." You let out a sigh of relief. "Wait, why am I being sent there again?"
"I'm getting there. So, due to the sheer stress that P-Company workers experience on a daily basis, I signed a deal with a certain group to build a casino there." The crackle of a lit cigarette being inhaled is heard over the line. "Win win. I get a cut of their revenue, they get the seed money to start their business, all is well!"
"Lemme guess." You start shifting through your closet for a new outfit to wear. "You're not getting the money you're owed, so I'm being sent to deal with it."
"Smart girl." The Handler chortles. "Yeah, 'bout sums it up. I noticed it around the time I first hired ya. Something shady was going on with the paperwork being sent back. The original royalty payment was 15% of their total earnings per month. You know how much a casino earns in a month?"
"No?"
"<span class="mu-s">Millions.</span> So, you know, if they were to be skimming a percent or two off the top, they would be keeping tens of thousands to themselves every month."
Your face scrunches up. "Wait, why not just pressure them to give your money back. If you have solid enough proof that they're fucking you over, you can use that as leverage."
"If it was that easy, you think I would call you?" The Handle makes an obnoxious snort. "To put it bluntly, I tried to. We got into an argument and uh, you know-" There's a sudden awkwardness in the tone of his voice. "I might be barred from going anywhere near there again."
[UNSTABLE] Your brain short circuits for a moment. What? What is this faggot on about? You can only respond with a grunt.
"I'm still lucky to be getting my payments but if I try pushing my weight around anymore here, the whole occupation goes under and I completely lose this revenue stream. That's where you come in." The Handler clears his throat. "I need you to find solid evidence that they are stealing money from me. Paperwork, testimonies, whatever. Then, I need you to break into their vault and steal a suitcase there that has about..."
"<span class="mu-b">$85500</span> from them. Adjust the amount you steal depending if they fuck me over but even if they're not, take it anyways. Once you complete both of those, get outta dodge. I'll collect the briefcase and, here's a word of advice-"
"<span class="mu-r">If you even dare steal a single bill out of that suitcase for yourself, I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING PIG.</span>" Your eardrum nearly gets fucking blown out. "However, <span class="mu-g">feel free to keep any money you win through gambling or the smaller caches inside the safe.</span>" Click. You get hung up on.
