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Liora waving off Landry's insistence that she need not pay him back, drew a wry smile from the dark haired male, "If that's what you need to do," he said with no little amount of reluctance as he scratched at his beard. It'd gotten away from him the past few weeks, and every time he considered a shave, something came up, forced his attention elsewhere. And by now it had started to grow on him, "I get a feeling trying to convince you otherwise will get me nowhere where.” The determination he saw in Liora's gaze, he stood no chance against.<br/>
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It was then that Montana summoned them over: Meeting was in session. Stepping to the side where he had a clear view of the map, Landry quietly listened as the man laid out the plan. Dark eyes flitting up to meet the other's gaze with the emphasis on 'dead'. It was clear Landry had a thought or two on the matter but he didn't say a word. Just gave a slight nod, before returning his attention to the map. He was painfully aware of what these sort of bounties entailed. Was aware that the world had quickly turned into a kill or be killed fight for survival. And yet he refused to believe that was all that was left for the human race. There had to be more. There just had to be. And he didn’t care how much emphasis Montana put on ‘dead’. The bounty said <i>‘dead or <b>alive</b>’ . </i>And that mattered. <br/>
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Already Landry had deduced which of his new crew mates had more a ‘shoot first’ mentality and he heaved a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. If it came down to it; if any of the crew were put in immediate danger then unfortunately, dead would likely be the only option for Leonard Hill. But it shouldn’t be a first choice.<br/>
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Taking a life should never be the first choice.<br/>
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Taking the walkie-talkie Montana handed to him, Landry turned the device over in his hand, "No questions." His attention then briefly turning to Liora, voice dropping as he spoke to her directly, "Looks like you just might have a chance to get rid of that pesky life debt," said with a huff of a laugh.<br/>
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