>>5424699"The name's 'Gunny' and i'm here on behalf of Clark, Thekia's new Warlord. I believe you have some weapons that belong to him."
["That psycho bounty hunter...?! Still... T-These are mine! I'm not a part of SS anymore!"]
"I think we both know that isn't how this works. There's been a merger, including all material assets... and personnel."
There's another pause, much longer this time. She must be thinking about something.
["Am i... am i still getting paid?"] She asks, sounding somewhat hopeful.
"As long as you keep doing your job. I don't have to explain what happens if you try to stab us in the back, either. Now open up, we're taking stock."
["H-Hold on just a minute! You're not going to seize my stock, are you? These haven't been p-paid for yet! I can't move guns without money!"]
...You can't prove it since a lot of the paper records were destroyed, but you have a feeling that she's bullshitting you. Something about the inflection in her voice. The timing of her words, even that nervous stutter... just ever so slightly off.
"...We'll see what we can do. Consider it an investment. And by that, i mean we expect to see returns."
A few seconds pass without response, but then you hear a number of mechanical clicks, whirring and bangs that result in the door slowly sliding open on it's own.
You raise your shield and gaze through it into the room, but only one person seems to be inside. It looks like she took out the floors and walls of all the apartments around her to make her own suite, then encased the room in armor.
At the far end of the room is a massive wall of glowing monitors, some with security footage from inside the building, others with live feeds from outside, others still with webpages pulled up or graphs which are tracking something or other.
And sitting in front of those monitors is your target, Silus. She turns around in her chair to face you... a thin-looking woman with purple skin and tentacle-like protrusions growing from her scalp in place of hair.
"No guards?" You ask.
"You killed my guards..." She replies.
"They aren't dead. But you might want to close that door, since the hall is currently filling with gas."
She stares at you like you're crazy, but does reach behind her and press a button which closes the door off again. Cylia doesn't remove her mask, however. It's probably still lingering in the air, and she seems sensitive to it.
"Just an irritant. It won't kill them. Not on it's own, anyways." You promise. "Now, show us the goods."
"Ah... uhm... i'm sorry, i can't actually stand up. B-But, the guns are kept on that wall there, just open the shutter..."
There's a hand-print sensor on the wall where she's pointing. Normally it should be locked, but... you place your hand against it, and it works. It's totally unlocked.
"Wow, you really didn't expect anyone to get in here, huh?" You say, watching the sheet steel wall roll up like a garage door.
"There was even a laser turret..." She grumbles.
