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<span class="mu-s">"<span class="mu-b">It's likely one of our bases has its location compromised or has a mole.</span> That and recent failures, such as me talking to you, that makes us realize we need to make sturdier stock. We'll just move, replan, and retrain.</span>"
"Hiding like bugs." Quentin can't help but to snort at the idea. "You're not so powerful after all, huh?"
"I doubt your retraining will go over well. Your stock is weak. Worthless." Naomi spits on the ground with obvious disappointment. "I'm sixty years your senior and I could beat you.
<span class="mu-s">"No shit. I'm a pin cushion, you think I'm in a position to argue back? I'm just saying what's reasonable."</span> The Silver Agent tries her best to wrangle out of her restraints. You swear you saw a crack forming in her handcuffs. <span class="mu-s">"Get it over with. I know you're going to kill me regardless."</span>
"Not yet. Third question." You take a moment to collect your thoughts. You DO have to kill her. These types aren't known for laying down and dying a dignified death. "I saw your group moving despite being frozen in place due to an anomalous effect. How and why?
<span class="mu-s">"Training."</span> The Silver Agent tries her best to shrug despite her body being pinned to the chair. <span class="mu-s">"We're trained to deal with any threat. While the average scumbag can be killed in a second and labeled a 'suicide' afterwards, when dealing with situations or people who matter? We have to give a shit."</span>
For a moment, you swear Naomi is reminiscing about something. "How many gunshots? 50 or 30?"
<span class="mu-s">"Fifty. C'mon. It's not like J-Corp would question it."</span>
"Of course not. It was always fun seeing how many we could use before they cared.
<span class="mu-s">"Our record was 70. Regular ammo, of course."</span>
"Wasteful. I capped out at 50 myself."
Quentin quickly interrupts the conversation with a quick cough. "I'm sorry, Naomi, you can fantasize about your old life another time."
"Feh, fair. No amount of training could explain anomalous resistances. That's only something sheer exposure or specialized tech could achieve"
The Silver Agent cranes her head to the side. <span class="mu-s">"We have specific implants. Easier that way. Most of our implants self destruct unless a specific code and removal method is used, so they're useless to anyone else."</span> So, you need Naomi in your party to acquire more.
A tense expression crosses Kiara's face as she realizes something. "Wait, no, that doesn't make sense. We only found one such implant in the two that moved."
<span class="mu-s">"What can I say?"</span> <<span class="mu-b">"Well, if they're talking about time stops, T-Corp's Time Extension program is probably involved. We do have a trade agreement with them."</span>>
That's all you're getting out of her. You focus your telekinesis around the three metal rods stuck in her and with one solid pull, you immediately yank them out of her body. The three rods clatter to the floor after they're torn right out of her body.
<span class="mu-s">"FUCK!"</span> The Agent violently squirms in her chair as red blood oozes out of the holes all over her body.
