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Rufus points up at a bar shelf behind him, and you see a camera pointing down at the three of you. "Now, I ain't dumb enough to keep my alien here. I know that it's a lot easier to beat the snot out of a guy than pay him that much money. You start roughing me up, that there camera beams a video live onto the web. See how your PR people deal with that. What, you think just because I'm a hick I don't know about live video streaming? That isn't the only camera here either. You gotta drag me a long way from this place before you get me in private. Next thing: I want that money sitting in my bank account, untouchable, before I'll tell you where I hid this space fella. Anything happens to me in the meantime, I've left instructions that it gets destroyed long before you'll ever find it." He smiles. "I figure that's about as safe as I can be. So, do we have a deal?"