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She hands you a small slip of paper. Glancing down at it, it seems to be the address to some sort of coffee shop? No, wait, it's a coupon. Seems pretty exclusive by the looks of it.
>D-CORP COFFEE COUPON ACQUIRED! (Can purchase of three items of a D-Corp coffee shop near your apartment for free. Coffee purchased this way will grant temporary abilities and boons depending on the type purchased.)
>+1 D-CORP (DARKNESS) FAVOR ACQUIRED!
>-2 DC to all checks involving contacting or interacting with D-Company employees.
"Keep this between us. If word of this goes out to anyone, people will panic. P-Company needs to know about the dangers their products pose." Yue mutters. "<span class="mu-b">We've already been having problems keeping up with how many anomalies are manifesting lately.</span> And if people are intentionally, or unintentionally, being turned into them..."
"Look. <span class="mu-g">This information may save lives.</span> Thank you for your service."
"No problem. You pocket it. "Thank you for your time-" And she's already passed out. Could've gone better but eh, you don't feel like pressuring her. One last table to go. The cop table.
There's five of them sitting at a booth, chattering away and eating a platter of random breakfast foods. Despite it being late in the afternoon. All of the cops look shockingly similar to each other. Each of them is a man in their late 40s with bushy mustaches, lightly tanned skin, and a muscular body type. Each is wearing a bright orange police uniform with a pin of a hand crushing something on their breastpockets.
The only way you can tell them apart is by their hair color. Red, black, silver, blonde, and brown hair.
Mr. Brown is the first to look up at you. His mouth twists into a conceited sneer. "Missy, we're on a break right now. If someone is breaking into your house, bother us later."
Mr. Silver snorts when he sees who his partner is talking to. "Aw, don't be rude to her. She's probably looking for a lost dog or something."
Mr. Red, Black, and Blonde don't even acknowledge you aside from laughing at your expense. Hrm.
You click your tongue. Time to think of something that might impressive them. "Ace Strikers ring a bell to you?"
Mr. Red looks up from the pancake he was eating. "Those cunts? What about 'em? We tried to deal with them once they started making a fuss in I-Corp's districts but we couldn't do nothing. Something about 'company relationships' and 'not stirring the pot.'"
"I killed their leader. Crippled them. They're no longer a thing." You grin. "All me."
The table goes silent.
Mr. Black stares right at you. "Excuse me?"
"Killed him." You pull out the revolver you stole from the Boss of that syndicate and place it onto the table. All of the officers stare at it with shock and awe plastered on their face.
"Holy fucking shit." Mr. Blonde mutters to himself. "Look, kid. You saved us a lot of hassle with this. Do you know how much of a pain in the ASS it is to deal with inter-district crimes lately?"
