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Worrying but there's no point using a half remembered vision. You slip her a SUNSTONE and a MOONSTONE FRAGMENT.
She cracks the fragment in her hand before instinctually taking a huff of the orange-red fumes leaking out of the SUNSTONE. This seems to be enough to get her eyes glowing again.
>-1 MOONSTONE FRAGMENT, -1 SUNSTONE CHARGE
"Bill? You do realize they're going to kill you regardless, right?"
Bill's neck immediately snaps in Ashley's direction. He almost seems insulted at the idea of his employers killing him. "Bullshit. Any information that got leaked was because they didn't tell me about THIS doppelganger-" He points at you. "And because SHE apparently has an implant. You can't read those documents otherwise."
"Oh, that's not why they're going to kill you. They're going to kill you because they found someone else." Her eyes keep glowing as she recites her vision. "You're too slow and old for them. You won't fulfill the quota and so, they find someone else to do it. You already failed before, haven't you?"
"It's not MY fault they ask for robots and automatons alongside the guns and look do you know how hard it is to get cold iron-" "They don't care. Fuck, man, they're watching my brother like a hawk because they failed to kill her." She nods her head in your general direction.
Ashley lets out a low hiss of pain as she struggles to use her sixth sense through whatever is suppressing it.
"They probably haven't done it BECAUSE he's still working with her doppelganger. OR, to you, the original? Who cares. You?" She takes a moment to push past the haze in her vision. <<span class="mu-b">"Damn. They must really be trying to hide this."</span>>
"You'll be shot five times in the back. in two weeks. This shop will then be destroyed by high grade explosives. No one will remember you. This WILL be your fate. This is what you will choose. There WILL be no going back." Only then do her eyes lose their glow.
>30!
"Fuck. You have those weird <span class="mu-b">psychic</span>-" "Nope! Nope, I'm not one, FUCK OFF-" "-eyes. You ain't bullshitting, are you?"
"You were going to leave five minutes ago with a shotgun and two robots if we didn't come in." "Yeah, actually, how the- You know what, not important. It's my fate?"
Ashley can only shrug. "I only sense the most probable outcomes. I'm not god, I'm not omniscient. But I'm usually right."
Bill glances back at the panel he was working on. "I was going to tell my employers about this, you know, after you left. To earn their good graces back." "Yeah, we kinda assumed."
"If I work with you, will you make sure I don't get blackbagged? I really, really rather die of a heart attack while I'm asleep."
Ashley, again, just shrugs. "Would you rather trust the super duper secret feds who won't tell you much and ask for unreasonable demands or the guys who are giving you a way out?"
"Realistically, though, we could not pay you what they pay you for your services." Alexis points out, seemingly out of obligation than anything.
