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>V and B3, create more cookies for Miss, and sweets for Velvet
Benedict, though still not in the best condition, is working alongside Vincent to cook up some meals. The first meal they make is something simple and quick to give to a certain agent later. A cheeseburger and some fries.
[DYING LIGHT] It oddly reminds you of one of your anomalies. In a good way, of course.
The two politely chat to each other over the proper ways to stack the ingredients on a hamburger. Once it's done, Talon quickly grabs it and carries it away. The chefs return to cooking the cookies and sweets for the anomalies. They should be done by next hour.
>B-Corp Observation is to continue. Offer her some food and drink though, she must be hungry and thirsty.
You note that Employee W's arms look pretty damn brand new, despite the damage they took a while ago. Seems like the healing factor works on androids.
Regardless, you order her to get some rest. Opal dons the new coat and disappears from your camera system, becoming an indistinct blur yet again.
In the first floor employee break room is the Agent. She is sat down at a table with the meal prepared by the two chefs placed in front of her, alongside a cheap can of soda. Probably from an employee's personal stash.
<span class="mu-b">"How unusual."</span> The Agent grabs onto the hamburger. She looks up at the camera you're watching from. <span class="mu-b">"How unusual indeed."</span>
[BOUND BY DUTY] Even if she's from a company you had...troubled relationships with, there's no harm in being courteous.
Talon bows towards the Agent. An indistinct blur is right behind the drone. "Enjoy your meal, miss." Without further comment, Talon leaves. The Agent just stares at the burger, as if trying to remember how to eat one.
[HOPELESS WRECK] OR MAYBE SHE'S CONFUSED AT HOW SOFT YOU'RE BEING TO HER. IT'S OBVIOUS WHO ORDERED TO FEED HER.
[DYING LIGHT] It's easier to love than to hate, at the end of the day.
The Agent begins eating the burger, taking a small break from her constant observations (from what you gleamed second hand). <span class="mu-b">"The meal is acceptable."</span> She puts up a professional air as she eats.
Hopefully that'll keep her distracted enough for a little bit.
>Let Shot know that he’s free to call and talk to the Admin whenever he feels like. He is a valued employee, after all.
You flip your camera over to his containment cell. The various tendrils are scratching across the meatball's body. You just hope it's scratching an itch.
"Hey." Your voice echoes across the intercom. A tendril pokes up as some of the meat soldiers turn their head.
"Feel free to ask for a talk whenever you want. Okay? You're a valued employee too."
"...Employee. Yes. I'm an employee. Employee of..." The meat ball mutters as it keeps scratching at itself. <span class="mu-i">But why do I feel like I'm not? Something's off. I can't put my finger on it.</span>
You're not getting any more out of him, it seems. Time to move onto something else.
