>>6319748Before long, you arrive back at the headquarters. A handful of medical technicians arrive to throw you onto a stretcher and take you where they can start filtering the drug out of your system in a sterile medical room. It felt more like they were just draining your blood dry than getting rid of the pervitin, which is just a different kind of awful.
After about an hour, L4 Hotakainen arrived. He wanted a debrief of your antics.
In short, you tore your shirt, lost your shoes, lost your earpiece, slain a foreign guest who was committing felony arms manufacturing and refurbishing, avoided being shot during this confrontation, acquired two pistols and several dozen rounds which you do not have the right to own, discharged twelve rounds, and spent over thirty hours beyond the projected twenty minute mission time. Far from what many would call a good performance.
But your positioning had luckily gave the operators something very beneficial; your camera was the best view out of all of them to view the face of the Orphanage Mistress, a high priority target for investigation. He also praises handling the arms manufacturing situation, as dangerous as it must have been. In a mess of jargon and archaic words, he mentions some manner of footage distortion that is usually at work which might call some of the results in question, but in the end he does not admonish you for your poor decision making as it led to two very valuable outcomes. Fees adjacent to your conflict with a gunman will probably be waived as you stole a criminal's weapon for self defense, so you should only be leaving with a reminder of how dangerous Noita concoctions can be, which you might not have needed a second person to tell you.
He also mentions that, because you retrieved them from someone who had no right to them, you <span class="mu-i">do</span> have a claim for the firearms. It's possible for you to keep them, but if you don't register for a munitions pollution allowance (which costs a good amount of your L2 salary), the Stormwatch will return the revolvers to the Chicago Red Dogs High Judge - with no mention of how it came into their possession, of course.
