"Yeah. And I know he didn't introduce it himself. Not the...first time he's tried that." Adam sheepishly adds on. "Harvesters, then, are likely targets. F-Corpers. Not really sure why they would care about U-Corp stuff."
The Handler knits his eyebrows as he tries to piece together what's going on. "Wouldn't be shocked if she was trying to kill two birds with one stone. A massive last minute reservation that drew the attention of a bunch of rich people? She's trying to do a purge of anyone who could stop her."
Before you have time to add in your own speculation, the two waitresses from earlier rush to your group of five and grab you by the shoulders. They promptly begin to drag you out of the kitchen and into the actual main part of the building. Hm. You don't resist, knowing that they're trying to show you something.
A few other chefs follow after your group while your allies begin to help and talk to the other chefs.
The actual dining interior of the restaurant is what you expected from a high class steakhouse. A massive, expansive rectangular space filled with dozens of tables and booths completely surrounds you. In any direction you look, all you can see is booths and tables. The only thing separating one part of the dining area from another is who's sitting where.
An apron is hastily thrown over your already existing outfit. It looks very clumsy and baggy on you but it helps you blend in with the other chefs at least. You wonder where they're dragging you at but your question is answered before you can even ask it.
You're promptly shoved behind a nearby empty booth. Seems like the chefs and waitresses are trying to hide you from the person in question. Good, good, time to see what's going on here.
https://youtu.be/pGKNsCgdqbw - KATHERINE FEAST
In this section of the building, there's a table that stretches down the length of at least eight of the restaurant's booths. Piles on piles of meats, stews, cakes, cookies, and other decadent fillings are scattered throughout the table haphazardly with no real consideration of their placement.
Two bulky, rectangular androids with army green chassis stand by a woman casually eating a freshly baked piece of cake. Across the table from here are four (two men and two women) Harvesters. You can tell by their razor sharp teeth and, for one of the men, the fact he has black blood.
How do you know this?
<span class="mu-r">Well, his head has been caved in and his limp lifeless body is laying on the table.</span> The other three Harvesters are trying their best not to piss themselves from the fact one of their comrades is fucking dead.
A chef of a way higher status than the others is standing by the woman as well. While the other chefs and waitresses are wearing all white, his apron is a matte black with gold stitching across it. His toque also has three small silver stars stitched onto it. His face is drenched in nervous sweat, obviously expecting to be met with the same fate as the Harvester.
