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Contrasting heavily with the sweltering heat and endless yellow sand, the Administration Building reminds you of home. White tile floors, shoddy metal desks, cheap plastic chairs, it's like any other generic office building in the City. At the back of the main lobby is a maze of cubicles that's currently producing a messy symphony of beeps, keyboard clicks, and groans.
An old, haggard mess of a man sits at the front desk, staring blankly at the screen of his computer. It's clear that he used to be someone of high military importance due to the many medals on his office shirt but for whatever reason, he's stuck here.
He glances up at the new arrivals with contempt oozing out of his expression. "The strip club is back in District 3." He looks down at the old hunk of junk computer without further acknowledgement...
[CORPORATE INSIDER] [NAOMI ALLY] Until he looks back up at Alexis and Naomi. "Oh lord above." He murmurs with barely hidden fear at the pins stuck on Alexis' outfit. "How the fuck did a corporate agent get in? And...NULL." He bares his half-rotten teeth at Naomi. "Shame you're still alive."
Naomi barely acknowledges the malice in his response. She simply shrugs with a genial smile. "And a hello to you too, Grant. Or should I use your old codename, Zeta-Five? It's a shame you lost the Zeta-Zero title to someone far, far younger than you."
Alexis crosses her arms. "We're here on behalf of a client who wishes to help this base. Check for the name Foxtrot in your systems."
"I'm Nicole Smith. He should've told you I was visiting." You add.
Grant grumbles under his breath before returning his gaze to his computer. His fingers quickly dance around the keys of his keyboard and, in a few moments, a resigned sight escapes his mouth. He reaches into his desk and slides over four visitor badges on lanyards alongside four markers. "Yep. Paperwork matches up. Write your name down."
As you and your group write your names down on your badges, you glance around to see where to start in your investigation of this Administration building.
Choose two to investigate.
>[UNSTABLE] A man with hard to make out facial features is...eating printer paper and drinking printer ink at one of the cubicles. You swear you see some oddly tough patches of skin on his face.
>[ALEXIS ALLY] Down a hallway to the left, you can overhear a pretty nasty argument from one of the meeting rooms. Something about 'low resources' and 'too many X5s'.
>[KIARA ALLY] Kiara points at a nearby water cooler that has several workers chit-chatting around it. "Let's eavesdrop on 'em."
>A man in his late 50s is trying his best to hide away inside of his cubicle. He's mumbling incoherently to himself.
>Most of the cubicles are occupied except for one in the far back. Most of the workers seem to be deliberately avoiding it.
>[NAOMI ALLY] These two have history? Might as well use this connection to try prying some info out of him. (Write in up to three questions to ask Grant.)
