"Good," said the man in the suit, the light from the inside of the house touching his face and revealing that he had a tattoo just under the outer crease of his left eye. Though what the eight of spades meant was completely unknown to those watching. "Where is he anyway?"
"Right here," said Ranma, hopping down from the roof.
"Good, can you sign here, Mister Saotome?" said 8S, holding out a clipboard.
Ranma signed, still a bit numbed by the situation.
"There we go," said the slaver. "Like I said earlier, they need about eight hours of rest. By the morning they should be fine and ready to go."
"Right," said Ranma.
"Very well then, pleasure doing business with your money," said 8S.
Soun and Genma waited until the slaver was gone before Soun erupted in tears and Genma loomed over his son.
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