Well, the warehouse was in 'excellent' shape, and Deng was right outside the front.  It seemed they made a<em>lot</em>of friends just then with that.  She pulled her helmet off once everything was free and clear with the prisoners (not good to have too many of your enemies knowing your face), and the mention of 'razors'... well, she certainly was one for sure, as was a certain young lady whom she fancied quite a bit.  Yes, they would have more jobs to come...<br/><br/>Now for payment...<br/><br/>"Well, I assume our standard fee for the mission that our 'friend' discussed is set in stone." she began, putting the helmet under her arm "Still... that didn't include the extra for the gang boss, and he's<em>alive</em>, which is quite a feat... quite a valuable thing for you I'm sure."<br/><br/>She shrugged, looked to GR with a grin, and then turned back to Deng.<br/><br/>"Tell you what: you give us the standard fee - you know the drill for dispersing payments - we give back all the ammo and clips we haven't used, the grenades included, and... we consider the ganger boss alive a gift of good faith." she said, knowing that a 'gift of good faith' was like saying 'you owe us one' in their jobs "You just let my friend here keep that Hammerli - an insignificant cost I'm sure - and we're good, sound good?"