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<span class="mu-b">”...No. But you know that this “Viking” guy has been around for a while. He's older then both of us anyway. When I was serving on Level 5, I saw complaints for all the big punks; people complaining about getting mugged or threatened or whatever. We never did anything with it.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Oh, did the Viking have a lot of those?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”No, he didn't. That's what concerns me, Max. “Fredrick” didn't have any complaints about fighting or robbing people or anything like that. You know what complaints we got about him? Domestic violence and abuse. He would get into relationships with women, invite them to live with him, and then steal from them until they escaped or he got bored of them.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”So he likes beating up women more then men, I guess?”</span>
Cheryl sighs.
<span class="mu-b">”...You know he could overpower almost anyone on Level 5, Max. Yet he didn't just steal from people to get money? Instead, he found a way to get the money to come to him. All I'm saying is he's a lot more clever then he lets on, that's all I'm worried about.”</span>
You shouldn't joke around with this kind of thing, you think Cheryl is worried. You've never spoken two words to the guy, but strangely, you feel like you're on a collision course with The Viking no matter what you want or try. Almost like it's inevitable. The battle to be the strongest on Level 5...
<span class="mu-b">”Speaking of which, this is for you.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Oh! Yeah, let me take that heavy thing off you.”</span>
You grab it effortlessly, compared to Cheryl's struggling. She looks impressed with how easily you one handed it. You place it down on the ground, and Cheryl clicks the lock open, revealing a suitcase completely filled with charged canisters of pepper spray with their warning labels and tags; the exact same ones the Peace Keepers carry.
<span class="mu-r">”Oh shit! Cheryl!”</span> You hurriedly go to close it, looking around in a panic to make sure nobody sees. <span class="mu-r">”You can't possibly be allowed to give this to me... only Peace Keepers can own weapons like these!”</span>
Cheryl rolls her eyes. <span class="mu-b">”Who cares? I'm stuck at a desk for the better part of a year anyway. I'm not going to be able to use them even if I wanted to. Besides, they're not for <span class="mu-i">you</span>, the civilian, Max. They're for...”</span>
