"Doesn't really seem like there's much choice in that, but since you seem slow I'll cut you some slack. There is a stash, not ours, but its a treasure trove of the old world. A laboratory, filled with all sorts of shiny shit. People don't go near it since they think its haunted, gravitational anomalies to "simple" folk seem like vengeful spirits. But I know a way to get through the 'gravitational field', there's a garage door that's been left wide open, but no one knows its location or how to get to it.", He then cuts himself short.
"Listen I know your type, even wolf-boy's over there. You play nice guy with the merc company, acting as "lawmen" until you finally get your hands on someone you can kill. Then you turn into the rest of us in a flash. So I'll cut you a deal, you bring me back to your town or whatever, you let the locales do whatever they want with me. And I'll give you the directions.
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