[ He hesitates for a second before finishing off one last bite from his plate. He stands, setting his plate on the cart. ]
I might know a guy.
[ He says it slowly, reluctantly.
(He hasn't talked to Yondu in months, edging close to a year. He'd rather keep it that way, but—) ]
He kind of— works outside of all that political shit. He has decent connections. Does things for himself, and doesn't care who he pisses off, even if they're rich and powerful.
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I might know a guy.
[ He says it slowly, reluctantly.
(He hasn't talked to Yondu in months, edging close to a year. He'd rather keep it that way, but—) ]
He kind of— works outside of all that political shit. He has decent connections. Does things for himself, and doesn't care who he pisses off, even if they're rich and powerful.
Hell, especially if they're rich and powerful.