The mission was a disaster, and now Psylocke stood before the yakuza boss, her blade lost, her escape impossible. He studied her with a knowing smirk, fingers tapping against his desk, as if deciding whether she was more valuable dead or alive. "You failed," he finally said, pouring a drink, "so tell me—what are you willing to offer for a second chance?"
Sewshy
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