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<span class="mu-g">"Hi, Hope!"</span> the first customer of the day is the last one you want.
It's Wade. Among psychos, this guy is a professional. Literally: He's paid to kill people, which he has. The guy has expensive full-body cyber augmentations and some sort of mother-wife-mentor of a robot that raised him and serves as a training dummy. He's delusional, and thinks 'she' is actually three people, based on photos he's shown you all showing the exact same gynoid under multiple names. He allegedly has a daughter on the way, which you also assume is some kind of trauma-induced hallucination.
Wade's a regular, shows you photos, and generally acts polite. He's not romantically interested in you, just so starved for human contact that he thinks this is normal.
Normally, you would have just written this guy off as a standard-issue overpriced douchebag blowing himself up for street rep. Then you watched him pull a target's spine out when said target was having an omelet. Again, literally: He just swaggered up, grabbed your customer by the throat to hold him still, and then shoved a hand full of razor-sharp fingers into the guy's back, breaking bones and joints until he got a good grip. Mid-way through the other guy's gurgle, he tore out a massive blood-covered chunk and threw it to the ground as the dying victim collapsed onto your counter and then rolled over dead onto the sidewalk.
As soon as he was sure the guy was dead, Wade systematically cut out all of the guy's cybernetics before paying you a bribe to turn away any security companies. You didn't even bother to do that, mopping up the blood before closing up shop for the night. You can still hear the begging.
<span class="mu-g">"I'd like an omelet, of course. No meat, I'm on a diet for the moment."</span> Is he mocking you by bringing up the omelet thing? He seems too sincere to do that, but his camera-like eyes boggle around in his skull so erratically that you can't really tell the difference.
He's dressed to kill, which means he's got an armored suit and those augmented hands with hidden razor-sharp daggers inside. Despite his friendliness, you hate talking to him. Right now, if he really wanted to, he could slit your throat.
>>What to do with Wade?
>Just feed him, like he wants, and hope he goes away.
>Make an excuse... Uh, the stove's you need to arrange things. Maybe in a minute?
>Try to make small talk, to get over your fears. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all, even if he is insane.
>Carefully ask who's on his list today- maybe you can help him, or get something out of it?
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