<<The longer you wait, the more unlikely that we're gonna be in a position where we can kill her though,>> said Jeffrey. <<She's kind of a tough-looking little woman, yeah? Or at least she'd have to be to gain the ire of like, half the building. Best way to do it would be to catch her off guard. Or, you know, sweet talk her into the ship and have fun with her, but you already told me you don't do that kind of violence.>>
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"Yes, the killer for hire tried to kill you," says Keshin. "You know that a turelek has to be hired by someone else. And in your case, that someone else was your twin sister. I have no reason at all to continue to pick a---"
Keshin is interrupted mid-thought by the sudden appearance of a well-dressed, handsome man. Keshin blushes despite himself. There was no denying that the stranger was nothing bad to look at. The stranger introduces himself as...wait, Dalik The Prime? <<She's dead. She has to be dead. That is what every rumor I have heard suggests.>>
<<Could be we've missed one, yeah? What, do you know anything about her?>>
<<...only that this one is gone, and Primes are old and dangerous. Sometimes they have peculiar ideas.>>
Keshin hesitates, but doesn't offer his own hand. "Forgive me if I'm less than trusting in a place like this, but well met, Dalik the Prime," says Keshin. "I am Keshin, let's say, 1568, the turelek known as Static Shock. Silly as the name is, there's a reason for it."