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>SUPPRESSING HAZE deals 1 RESTRAINT DAMAGE to CLOVER and CASEY! 4/5 and 3/4 RESTRAINT left respectively!
>KIARA would've taken some but DREAMSPACE MODULE blocked it!
Thankfully that one-off attack was that: A one off attack. It was probably meant more to demoralize you than anything else but it still gave you a scare. You soon arrive at your destitution and this time, you can actually tell thanks to it being above ground!
It's nestled in between a random pawn shop and a smoke shop; The facility stands out like a sore thumb in comparison from how unaltered it is from the surrounding buildings. Its windows have been welded over with hunks of sheet metal that have long since started to rust.
Eviction notices dating back two decades ago at this point are stapled all across the front of the building. The front door itself has been chained shut but there's signs that the chains were messed with recently, not to mention sloppily. Opening it up shouldn't be much of an issue.
Except for a group of young men around the ages of eighteen to nineteen prodding around the building. Their attire is a mish mash of old thriftstore jackets and jeans; They're clearly just wearing them to seem intimidating.
"Oi. This is our first mission? Harvestin' some gunk from this here place?"
"I know lad. Ain't my pick but our Handler told us it was our mission."
"Oi. Look behind ya, lads."
Oh no. Cleaners by the sound of it too.
[HATED: CLEANERS?] All three of them snap their gazes over to Max. Max freezes up when she feels their gazes all over her.
>+5% PROGRESS TO HER CHAOTIC SPARK! 88/180 PROGRESS!
"Aye. Isn't that your type, Alex?" "Yeah, yeah. I don't like them when they got too much meat to them." "Oi! What 'bout the robot and deer and, uh, blondie?"
"Mmh. I like her the most." The leader(?), if his slightly taller stature is anything to say, picks up an unattended baseball bat and points it at you. "What ya six doing here? Actually, no, I ain't paid to care. Outta here so we cans do our missions, 'kay?"
"Or, or, you can let the beanpole stay with us! We'll treat her well, kyeh eh heh!" The slightly pudgier one leers at Max, who's trying her best not to blow her cover. While you can't hide that well from the spooks due to them knowing your faces on sight...
You really don't want any unnecessary attention. Especially if they figure out who Max is.
[DELUSIONAL] Benjamin's fist has tightened up and is on the verge of going white now. He might do something rash soon. "That's my-"
"Your what? Ain't yours no more, chief. Go find a station to trainspot at. Be more worth your time than fighting us, lad."
"N-now, now, we're not here for any trouble." Max is trying her best to talk her way out of this.
"Indeed! Verily, may I ask you brave-"
"Ahh, she yaps too much. Should we bash her head in?"
"Time is money, time is money!"
You really need to do something. Clover has his hand ready by his side in case he needs to draw his gun. The tension in the air is thick.
