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Huh. Seems like Benjamin has been messing around. You grab his shoulder and pull him to the side, stuffing the new drug kit you got into his hands. "Listen. You know what Somtoin Alpha is?" He nods. "Good. I need you to make some of that for me."
"Alright, I'll do my best." He sits down on the ice slick floor of the platform and, without any hesitation, starts to work away at the drug you asked him to make. It's impressive how he doesn't seem to care about how cold it is.
>-1 CHARGE, 3 CHARGES LEFT THIS MISSION
Max watches on as he does his work. You decide to talk to Adam first. You interrupt the small conversation he's having with Ashley, making out only the last few bits of it. "...and I was thinking, would Art of Flesh be a cool name? Just in case things go wrong?" "It sounds fine enough but you should be worrying about NOT letting him become that."
"Hey! Adam? Mind if we chit chat for a bit?" You place a hand on his shoulder. Ashley narrows her eyes at you.<<span class="mu-b">"I'm keeping an eye on you, Nicole."</span>> Meanwhile, Adam simply flinches at your touch. He slowly nods his head, "Sure." The two of you walk to a slightly more quiet part of the platform to have your discussion in.
"So, you can probably guess what I'm going to ask." He nods his head. You take this as approval to continue talking. "So? How are you handling all of that?"
<<span class="mu-b">"I'm not even sure if I'm doing a good job."</span>> "It's been rough." Adam forces out a laugh. "It's been really rough. He's no longer a physical threat but he's, uh, how best to say it?"
[UNSTABLE] "A mentally broken husk of a creature who no longer seems like your friend?" You can't stop yourself from saying this. Adam can only really nod his head, unable to really offer a rebuttal.
"I've been busy tossing him around from friend to associate to friend again to, I dunno, lighten the burden a bit?" He shrugs. "I dunno. I'm out of my depth when it comes to this prolonged mental meltdown or whatever it is. Not to mention his weird biology."
You clear your throat once you're done reeling from your too blunt statement, "I can't imagine it's any more fucked up than someone with a lot of cybernetics." This only gets a choked laugh out of the poor chef, "You would think! It's like the flesh is somehow metal and the metal is somehow meat and- Father Above, it's hard to repair him."
"Wait, is he falling apart or something-" <<span class="mu-b">"I wish."</span>> "Ah. Why exactly is he tearing at himself?"
"Fuck if I know." Adam lets out an exhausted sigh. "Something about feeling bad about trying to kill me, so he's trying to rip off one of his arms to stop himself. I- Look." He places a hand on your shoulder. "I need to make you an offer."
"Go on?" You tilt your head.
"He needs SOMETHING to do and frankly, I don't trust him in the kitchen. If you can do me a favor and bring him along on one of your mission, <span class="mu-g">I'll pay you handsomely. $300. Sounds good?</span>" The allure of cash calls out to you...
