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Even saying the name makes you fucking retch. "How do we deal with her?"
"Ssssimple! Sssshe's all about JUSTICE and FWIENDSHIP and LOVE and goobly goook like that. <span class="mu-b">Your cowboy friend sssshould be the one to talk to herrr.</span> Just don't mention or do anything too <span class="mu-b">adult</span> or not-family frrriendly."
"Oh! Sounds like a perfectly marketable magical girl! You know, I once saw a TV playing one about-" Casey begins to blabber about some random cartoon she watched. It's too incoherent to really make out any useful statements.
Clover has an alarmingly giddy smile on his face. "Oh? Sounds like my kind of gal. Aight, we'll take that into account."
Well that's about it for information you have to pay it for but you imagine that you could easily worm out some more information out of it. You lean across the counter with a smirk. "Sooo. Let's not beat around the bush, we still got some more questions to ask. Questions, not information. Very different."
The INFORMANT lifts up its mask for a moment to show a snarling set of teeth. "Don't act coooyyy. Your bribery is sufficient for what you asked and nothing moorreee-"
[HUNTER OF THE CITY] WENDY immediately rams the tip of her metal pipe into the INFORMANT's exposed underside. A satisfying CRUNCH fills the air. The anomaly stumbles back by a few inches before curling up on the ground. "We're not taking no for an answer. Talk now. Or I'll blow your head off, you hear me???"
Your allies quickly move to disarm and disable her. Turns out having five people grabbing you by the arms and pulling you back stops you from doing anything more. As Wendy screeches at the top of her lungs, you notice how the anomaly isn't fighting back. It simply chortles with that same bassy tone before leaning back over the counter. As if the attack did nothing.
"I likeeee your bark. Fine. Four questions for freeeee. Then leaveeee meeee be.."
Your allies promptly let go of Wendy, who moves to retrieve her metal pipe. Naomi is the first to move up towards the anomaly. "What's your issue with military types?" Naomi raises her eyebrow. "I do recall this place was built during a war. Do you have any insight of that time period? It's rare to talk to someone who experienced those times who is...cognizant."
"Feh. Just like my old country. Worthless bugs squirming around, fighting over inaneee things like 'honor' and 'glory' and 'legacy'. Believing some fuckin' suitsss would bother entertaining them. Not to mention THEM. Fuckin' Admiral. Fuckin' Red Blooded American." The INFORMANT lifts up its mask again to quickly chug down the bottles of whiskey you gave it.
"It was hell. A fun hell, though. This place was a hub of degeneracy." Its accent has disappeared completely now as it begins to remember. "People would kneel before me. Asking me for every bit of intel, every bit of knowledge, so they would push a border line a few inches forward or back. <span class="mu-b">No one even know who started the war!</span>"
