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"Well, well, well! Aren't you a high spender?" Lily fails to hold back her drool as she watches you dump over a thousand dollars onto the countertop. "What's the occasion?" She immediately grabs the bills with the same speed and ferocity of a predator chomping down onto a prey animal.
"Mission. Cleaner." You mutter out, still trying to keep an ear open to process whatever the Handler is rambling about.
"Ah. Fair enough. You said you wanted..." It takes a few minutes for her to prepare all of the supplies for you given the sheer amount of them you bought. You try your best not to flinch when you see her rip out a handful of teeth from her mouth like they were nothing. She quickly makes a necklace out of them and adds them to one of the two bags she prepared with your supplies.
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] Her teeth are already starting to regrow, you notice. Similar to the average shark, a Harvester can regenerate their teeth.
[UNSTABLE] AW CMON THEY GET COOL SHARK TRAITS AND ALL WE GET IS ANTLERS? OUR SOUL MUST SUC- WAIT. WHY AM I INSULTING MYSELF.
"Uh. Your eye normally twitches like that?" Lily's nervous expression tells you that UNSTABLE is probably going to do something silly soon.
"Don't worry. Thanks." You grab the bags.
"No problem?" Lily hesitantly chuckles. "<span class="mu-b">Since you spent so much, I'll be sure to add in a LOT more items next time you come around!</span> Been a while since I had someone spent $1261...ever!"
>-$1261. NO MONEY LEFT. ACTUALLY $3 IN DEBT.
>+HARVESTER TOOTH NECKLACE, TRANQUIZLER SYRINGE x2, OIL BLACK BLOOD, MEAT BAIT x9, HARVESTING KIT.
"Of course, of course." You mutter as you quickly head out of the store with your items in hand. The Handler is still rambling in your ear and frankly, you've tuned him out when you realize he wasn't talking about the mission for the longest time. You only realized he's actually talking to you once the ice cold snow hits your face RIGHT as he begins to yell at you.
"-so I noticed he was sniffing at the female R-Corp executive's shoes- Hey, are you paying attention? This is some JUICY corporate drama."
"Otto. Look. Just tell me what my mission is. I rather not hear about whatever weird tomfuckery is going on in your business meetings unless it's RELEVANT." You try your damn best to hide the annoyance in your voice. "Unless you're going to pay me $1261 to keep listening to all of this."
"Fuck you. I told you not to call me that." The Handler hisses over the line. You roll your eyes, "Hey, it was the best way to get your attention."
"Right, right, whatever. I'll let it slide since you've been successful the last six missions so far. You're being shipped over to S-Company's district for one simple mission. YOU MUST FISH, NICOLE. IT'S NOT A GOOD MORNING UNLESS YOU FISH, YOU SEE. MEN WILL FEAR YOU, WOMEN WILL BE JEALOUS OF YOU-" He clears his throat mid-schizophrenic (like you could judge him for that) rant. "So, lemme tell you the details of this mission. Listen up."
