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Hondros walked in on the HPP store with two very powerful athletes in tow. They were armoured with top-of-the-line gear and armed with both swords and machine guns. He waved his pudgy hand around, and raised the upper lip, showing a bit of his teeth. “So, this is the Pies’ headquarters. How… quaint.”
Hector bit down on an insult, and forced a smile. “Yianni, lovely to see you here. What’s up?”
Hondros laughed heartily and his belly jiggled up and down, pouring over his suit’s belt. “Well, congrats on winning the match last night,” he said with a flourish of his hand.
“Thanks…”
“After such a victory, I merely wanted to check up on the athletes I loaned out to you,” he continued, pacing around the shop. He ran his fat fingers over a suit of armour on display.
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