>LATERALIS HEAVY INDUSTRIESYou take off your old tie and put on the new tie. Another string for your rotted soul. It speaks to you, warmly.
You walk over to the other table and take the empty seat as if it was prepared just for you. Like you belong there. An Agent among other Agents. Your new allies in purpose glare at you with red eyes hiding behind sunglasses, and you can do nothing else but return their inscrutable gaze.
I start to feel something rather strange...
[MADNESS] The look of hungry dogs, probing for weakness and vulnerability, the kill spot to bring you down to their level. Already sat down, already hired.
[MADNESS] You're just here to fill in the newest empty seat. Nothing more than hands and how well they can use a weapon. Grease in the wheels.
[MADNESS] Without even knowing it, the Agents are treating human beings as sacrament and sacrifices to higher powers. Now are they the priests or the sacrifices? Does that really matter?
The world snaps back into place. No one is looking at you. Their heads are turned intently towards the ever-reddening horizon. You gag slightly as the warm taste of blood fills your mouth, down the back of your throat. You're thankful they aren't looking.
Another darn nosebleed. Drip drip drip right into your cup of watered-down coffee.
>Finish up your coffee before it gets cold!The taste of seawater and pennies fills your mouth. It's already lukewarm.
>+1 BP(Hypnobooster - Transparent city)
https://youtu.be/3DMK7Afoq4E"Using a woman as a weapon? That's a new one." Tres snorts in contempt. "You contractor types are really scraping the bottom of the barrel."
"Tres, shut the fuck up, alright?" Uno says. "Lateralis is just a Minor Power. And you! You don't have anything but your pride and that fucking thing in the briefcase. I'll take what I can get to survive this."
Uno leans back on his chair, looking more resigned than casual. Neither men are looking at each other or at you.
[HEARTLESS] You say nothing, and the conversation takes a different turn.
"We can still work things out, Tres." Uno makes a vague gesture as his other hand slips into his coat. "Talk things over among ourselves, come up with something to make you happy. Make us both happy. If it's like that. How 'bout it, huh?" Uno drawls with affected nonchalance.
"If it makes you feel any better. You're only hurting your own chances, at any rate."
Uno turns to Tres with a grimace. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"
"Our work is not yet done. Remember the contract, John?" Tres returns Uno a wan smile.
Disgust fills the Agent's eyes. Contorts his face, twists him inside. He can't bare to look at Tres any longer. So Uno turns, his expression brightening and you almost yelp as you realize he's trying to talk to you. He tries to don that self-assured, in-control smile again, but...
