>>5364127>>5364132>>5364213>Check on Amanda"O-Oww... I forgot how much getting hurt sucks..."
The Forni-maid rubs her rear, gingerly touching the fabled fourth hole in her cheek. Thankfully, the damage seems to be superficial as Amanda stretches and makes sure her parts are in working order.
"Um, I-I think Dorothy's okay, master! Nothing a trip to the shop can't fix, right? Sorry I wasn't more useful..."
"Eh, don't sweat it! You were a great distraction, Mandy!" Reb snickers and smacks the Fornicator on the ass, causing a pained yelp
The noises from the shadows stop, and for a moment the world is silent. Then you hear the clicking of a gun preparing to fire.
"Martin King." A familiar, gothy voice calls your name followed by the scent of cigarette smoke. "Don't make any sudden moves, we're here to check your progress..."
The gruff, cyberized voice of a death machine speaks up as well. "Yeah! I think it's 'bout time you handed over that chip thingy. Where's it at, huh?"
Uh oh. Looks like LO-INC. finally caught up to you.
>Tell them it's in your brain>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet>Scatter, it's the fuzz!>Fight! You took on these bandits, this will definitely go the same way>Write-in 