Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 22 "We need your expertise." Severin fixed his man with a sincere stare. "I think both of us know the danger your buddies are in." "Eisner and Burridge aren't my mates." "So you don't give a shit what happens to them?" "I didn't say that." Johnny wagged a warning finger. "Just pack up the emotional blackmail, all right. It gets on my wick." "Excuse me?' "Why can't you buggers ever speak English." The sentence was grumbled, but not without a degree of humour. "What I'm saying is, you're on the wrong track. There's no need to put pressure on me. I hate the bastard Sidhe and Manitou. If you lot are planning to kick their arses, then good luck. Put a flag in my hand and I'll wave it for Uncle Sam. Just give it a rest with the sob story about Eisner and Burridge. I hope they're doing okay, but ...
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