You take his hand and shake it. He gives you a grateful smile. "Thanks, pal." He winks, making you wonder if you've just made a really annoying mistake.

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You hear a clanking noise as the two Gullseyes get up from the booth behind you. They slowly walk over to your table and start staring at the man across from you. "A-ha!" One says, snapping his fingers, "I thought I recognized your voice."

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The color drains from the man's face. "I think you're mistaken. I've never seen you before."

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"You've never seen me," the Gullseye says, "but Scratcher's seen you." He paces back and forth, pulling out a large, cobbled-together shank. "An' Scratcher's heard from some folks who want you out of the picture."

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You start to squirm in your seat, and the second Gullseye puts his hand on your shoulder. "We're not lookin' for you," he says, "we just want him. I dunno what he told you about what he's done to get in here, but I'm willing to bet he didn't mention his wife."

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The Gullseye steps to the side to clear a path. "You should leave before this gets messy."