Malice smirked alittle. "now thats a price you can agree on right? otherwise, you wont get anything from us." Malice eyed marcus alittle, not trusting him in the smallest bit. Malice thought to himself "if he knows information on Glaive, then what about myself?"<br/><br/>Malice stood next to Glaive matching Glaives smug look almost perfectly.<br/>"listen, you gotta pay us or we are not doing business."<br/><br/>Malice still thought...<span style="font-style: italic">who is this guy, though, does he know about me as well?</span>