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Zhadow had long since entered and sat himself within the No Zone prison’s visitation room; briefcase open and various documents stacked neatly on a table that he’d plopped down behind as he awaited his newest client.This was the type of client he loved getting, the kind that’s obviously guilty but can shell out enough dough to twist the arm of justice into giving in.

An over-eager motion had the slicked up lawyer on his feet, a hand jutting forward to greet the green bastard that suddenly entered the cell’s door,

“Often? I always play things by the book.”