originally posted in:The New Dojo
He nodded slowly, rolling up the blueprints. He stood, tucking his shirt into his khakis. "Pablo. Escobar."
English
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"I'm Haknir, the pirate king. If you ever need a piece of incoming cargo shipments to 'accidentally' end up in your possession, give me a call." [b]He looked at the blueprint paper in Pablo's hand.[/b] "Why help with this big mess?"
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"Trust. I need the people's trust. And their allegiance." He said, looking out over the construction.