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The garage door opens up to the tower's commanding view of the city beyond and your vehicle hums to life, gently lifting off of the ground. White Rabbit's holo-caster illuminates the cab with screens showing all the relevant updates on today's business. <span class="mu-g">"What am I in for at Halberd?"</span> You ask first.
The translucent files before you shuffle, boxes of text shrinking and enlarging. <span class="mu-b">"I think you'll be pleased to know that an ambitious squad of Red Cards under the command of Red King two two zero has already secured multiple viable samples of Cheiron's 'Nectar', four to be exact, and each is three fluid ounces, weighing one hundred and six grams."</span> An image enlarges of the four small glass vials containing the red liquid, which have a button on top and a bottom that flares out slightly like a suction cup. Other images show three pin pricks on skin, digital renderings of the mechanisms in action whereby pressing the button causes a rapid injection, and ten dead bodies lined up on a concrete floor - all wearing Cheiron FPD uniforms, with black bags tied over their heads.
<span class="mu-g">"That was fast... Ambitious crew. Send Red King two twenty a PTO voucher for three weeks and a travel voucher for this hemisphere. Send the rest of the outfit two week PTO vouchers, activate all of them after their final debriefing and cognitive evaluations. Also put a flag on that King for high efficiency... Seems he's one to watch. Name?"</span> You respond, pleasantly surprised by the effectiveness of the operation. Experimentation can begin today, and multiple samples will provide more room for failure as the technicians pry out whatever secrets they can.
White Rabbit broadcasts an image of the Face Card in question. <span class="mu-b">"Ryan Howlett, age thirty seven, previous occupation as rapid entry specialist with Samsung Omni's Atlanta based municipal interdiction agency."</span> He says, and you see a Caucasian man with some facial scars, black hair, and a pair of red cybernetic arms. The file that scrolls alongside shows he was recruited just a few years after you joined the company, some images of the carnage left behind by his last rapid entry mission in Atlanta - which turned out to be a vampire's lair, of course - where Howlett was the only survivor.
You nod. <span class="mu-g">"I see. Have the contact tablet I had issued to Red Jack four eight five re-issued to Howlett instead, he can meet me at the yacht as I'd planned before. That dinner with Tia? We'll do it on the boat and include Howlett, make arrangements with a culinary crew to prepare a meal for three."</span> You say, altering plans on the fly as you so often do in order to produce the precisely desired results you're known for. Then you swipe the screen with a hand, moving on to the next piece of business. You see that you've also had tremendous success with the surveillance operation on Sullivan's family members.
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