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HandlerQM !!k8ZbH4xhBG5 ID:bYFGdrBU Wed 14 Aug 2024 15:51:59 No.6080657 View View Report

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"You're going to I-Corp, you LITTLE WORM." Ah, seems like he's right back to his old fuckin' tricks. You feel half tempted to strangle him through the line but after working with him? You find yourself tolerating it a lot more. "You already lived in that iced over hell in G-Alpha-1. This should be easy."

"Yeah. I already knew that. I called up Wiltshire earlier."

"Oh ho, seems like my little freakazoid is proactive these days, huh? I got the map, yeah, I'll ship it over with...uh. That bitch with the white suit, what's her name?"
"Alexis. Funny thing you mentioned here since I'm hiring her." And you are pushing your luck a bit with hiring her two times in a row.

"So, rundown is this. I-Corp has been booming business-wise. Some sort of collaboration with Y and E-Company?" There's a knowing coyness in her voice upon mentioning Y-Corp. "However, demand needs supply or whatever the saying is and most of their other sources have been having issues with supplying them."

"Something about their singularity? No clue what it is besides affecting temperature somehow?"

"So why don't they send some special corporate task force to do this instead of me, then?"

"Oh, they see both me and you as disposable in comparison and they see this as a last resource without having to kowtow to other Companies. Something something 'corporate alliances beget weakness'. Something something 'iron wall around our heart'. I-Corp is weird like that."

"Fine." You click your tongue. "What am I looking for specifically? And how much of it?"

"Three things. There's three things that forms in the shithole I'm contractually obligated to send you that I need."

"One: Dry-10. Some special kind of dry ice that, due to some weird chemical shit, has a surface temperature of -200 degrees F and needs to be blasted with 600 degrees of heat to remotely begin to melt. Essentially, VERY good at its job at being ice fucking cold."

"Two: Cold Iron. Turns out there's raw iron deposits throughout that part of the district. Do you know how hard it is to find fresh sources of that outside of E, H, O or W-Corp's territory? So yeah, get the fuckin' iron. You got five guesses why they'd need fresh iron as a company."

[SEEKER OF THE CITY] He's not wrong. A lot of cheap ways to get the iron used to making steel and other industrial materials has already been extracted over the centuries.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] It's hard to find new deposits that aren't A.) Hard to reach, B.) Expensive to get to or C.) Clung to by another company.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Though there are certain matter producing Singularities that can produce it via A-Energy. However that falls under 'B. Fucking expensive.'

"And third: Rotwood. There's barely any plants there but the few that are gathered there are remarkably hardy. I-Corp wants to personally study as many samples of it as they can. Perhaps to bring plant life back to more of the City? Or for some other purpose?"

Hm. That's the oddest of the three in your eyes.

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HandlerQM !!k8ZbH4xhBG5 ID:AdJlbVDt Sun 19 Nov 2023 01:57:18 No.5835119 View View Report

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"Apparently it's in the second highest threat ranking of whatever ranking P-Company uses? I never paid too much attention when one of my brothers rambled about it."

Benjamin rubs the bridge of his nose. "I think that would've been relevant to learn when you started becoming a Cleaner. Do you know how fucking worried I was when you came home that night?"

"Yeah, yeah, I was shivering like a wet dog. It got contained! Though, <span class="mu-b">supposedly the facility that owned it is now abandoned.</span> Whoops! Not my problem!" She cackles. "Put down some more cards, Benny boy."

"W-wait, so it's still out there? Mind giving me some advice if I see it again?" A new set of cards are dished out to you two. This time, your hand blows. A high card of 5. Shit, gotta bluff this time. You hope she buys it. "Blind bet of $75." You place $75 on the table. So does she.

"I tried my best to repress the encounter." She glances at her cards. A smug smirk imprints itself on her face. "But, no matter how much it could copy someone's voice, <span class="mu-b">it only seems to know how it sounds. Not how they actually talk.</span> I dunno, learn your friend's speaking pattern or somethin'."

You take a moment to memorize it. "Alright. Raise. $150." You slap another $75 onto the table. Max instantly slaps down another $75. "Call."

Benjamin mutters to himself when he seemingly catches on to what's going on. "Oh boy. Max, you know she has a way better hand, right?" Or maybe not, your hand blows. "Why else would she be betting this much."

"Ah, bullshit." Max waves dismissively at Benjamin. "She's clearly trying to bluff me out here. Raise. $200." She slaps another $50 onto the table. "She doesn't have the balls, metaphorically and literally, to go that high."

"C-c'mon, you think this is my first time seeing people play poker? Fuck, my brothers down at District 14 used to do this bullshit all the time. Had to pay attention when I was a kid."

"Pft, what, was your dream becoming some sort of dealer for a casino?"

There's an awkward silence when Benjamin takes a long while to respond. Max seems as confused as you are. The two of you sit in mutual silence before you speak up first.

"Wait, that was your dream job before the drug stuff?"
"I THOUGHT IT WAS COOL! THE TV SHOWS MADE IT LOOK A LOT COOLER THAN IT WAS."
"Oh my god. Benny dear, is THAT why you wanted to be our dealer?" Max is trying to hide her obvious amusement.

"S-shut up. I think it was cool."

You shrug. "I just think the drug thing is a smarter move. All in, $221." You slap basically all of your money onto the table. Max snorts. "That's it? Darn, your missions must blow. Alright. I'll give you some credit. Raise, $250. Keep going."

"$300." "$350." "$400."

"$450!" Both of you yell out at the same time. This seems to be the stopping point for both of you. Max seems hesitant at the idea of raising it any further. "Jeez, alright, fine. I fold." She lays her cards on the table.

"That's two out of three."

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