"Not yet, and our options are twofold.", Lars raised two fingers.
He looked at Albert, and nodded. "One, is that like what Mr. Walker has said, we will pose as arms dealer, to garner the trust of the mobsters and then infiltrate them, allowing us to retrieve what is ours with hopefully minimal fuss."
"The second," putting both fingers down, "—Is that we escalate the state of affairs between our friends and their other 'friends' to distract the police, and thus reduce attention to us as we go into their homebase to again, hopefully retrieve what is ours."
-Of course, go ahead-
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-The robot takes the stack, tidys it up, and puts ito a machine that begins sucking in the sheets 1 by one like a giant vacuum cleaner, and 2 minutes later once they are all absorbed into it it begins making a horible screeching sound-
-Errrrr eeeet, eeeeeeer, eeeeerrtt, eeeeeer-
-Yup, it basicly sounds like this
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-Any way, soon enough the robot takes and tears off a forearm legthblack sticker with reflective blue typeface, and hands it to einar-
-And begins the same provvess with longram-
-Putting all the papers into a machine-
-taking 2 minutes-
-Then dealing with this for
another minute while his liscence prints-
"Then it is what we will do, then.", Lars nodded, looking around at everyone present. "Does anyone else have any objections or other plans that they wish to follow?"
Standing around, his arms spread wise as he turns to face each person that is there. "Come on, don't be shy!"
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"We were talking about what to do next, Turax of Urdnot.", Lars replied curtly.
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