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Welp. Time to deal with the office. You'll wait to show the damaged map once you know everyone in this office is gone. Your group promptly steps inside.
The inside of the office is cluttered to the brim with various dogshit inventions just like in the train station. Most of the walls are plastered with tacky advertisements for said inventions or with really lame 'inspirational' posters. The waiting room only has a few dusty chairs with magazines thrown on them for entertainment.
A few bored men, dressed in off-white suits coated in glitter, are sitting behind the counter. They're clearly burning time, waiting for their shift to be over.
"Hey." Alexis snaps her fingers at the office workers. "Alexis Morozov, associate of B, H, and I-Corp. I need this office. Out. Same with your other workers and bosses." She jabs her thumb towards the door.
"What? The hell are you on about?"
"Not unless we get our boss' approval. Boss!"
A very...rotund specimen that you think was once a human woman stumbles towards the counter. She's in the same off-white suit as everyone else. She squints at the Handler and Alexis and shakes her head. "Nope. Not with that attitude. You ain't the bo-"
Frank's eye twitches for a brief second.
Frank's hand immediately rushes towards his holster but <span class="mu-g">you stop him in time.</span> "Look, we're here on some official business from Alexis Morozov. We also have an associate of Haruki Sukane from the Golden Hour Office here. Please."
The Fat Boss narrows her eyes at your ragtag group but with a huff, she gestures at her workers to get out of here. Probably helps that she could tell Frank was about to lose his temper at her attitude. It only takes ten minutes for the office to be left as a ghost town.
Your group is now sitting around at an empty conference room deeper inside of the office, hopefully deep enough so no one overhears. It's time to actually do the briefing. You nod towards the Handler to get the ball rolling.
"Alright. Here's everything I personally know. My associate that we're trying to find is <span class="mu-b">Alan Armstrong.</span> To repeat my physical description to the rest of you-"
"Oh, I already told them." You explained what little he told you over to the phone when you contacted them, after all.
"Right."
"He was tasked with delivering a briefcase to an associate of mine down at an establishment called the Faustian Bargain." Your group moans and boos at how on the nose that name is. "This City has existed for fuckin' 250 years, you run out of ideas eventually. I can't pick what they name it."
"He was supposed to arrive there a few days ago but he hasn't. That's all I personally know about the situation."
"Well, first off, do we know of anyone who particularly hates you or him?" Frank is the first one to speak up, shockingly. "I know there's Singularity patents and other confidential shit. That shit would make a killing. Even if THEY can't use it, they can sure as hell stop you from using it for profit."
