Circus Freaks pg 1 draft (script) (Patreon)

P1: In a crime noir like setting, Striker is sit at his office desk, boots up, grinning while chewing on straw and playing with his dagger.

STRIKER: Ah ain't surprised that my reputation has caught your eye. That's a given.

P2: He grins.

STRIKER: But what exactly do you want with my... set of skills?