Fisher laughed on the inside.
"My name is Robert Fisher. No tricks, no treachery. I'd like to speak with your pal Slade. It's my hope that he and I can form a partnership. I come in peace, as they say on television."
He glanced around at Grace and Silvia, then back at the flashlight (Fisher knew it was a potential weapon, but wasn't worried for his safety). "I don't suppose you could put that thing down? Between the two of us, I'm sure that these two girls aren't a threat."
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Art shrugged. "I don't know much about money now. Drakko technically owes me some cash, but since he's dead, I'm fresh out." He glanced at Dave in the seat behind him. "I don't suppose you brought any money, kid?"
Dave (ignoring that he was being called kid again), shook his head. "No luck. And I don't suppose Any of you guys have much cash on you...?" He trailed off, not really sure.
Blaze and Streak shrugged and looked to Charger.
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