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>Give the Detective the DIE TO SEXUALIZE stuff, whatever it was
You were tempted at throwing the book in but considering this thing's inability to analyze more than one anomalous thing an hour, even if free, you decide to throw in "DIE TO SEXUALIZE". Might as well understand any future threat you might find, after all.
The detective crunches down on the pile of meat and begins to sing yet another analysis.
"SMOOTH, BABY! WHAT WILL MEN EVER BE ABLE TO DO IF WOMEN DISAPPEAR? THIS SMOOTH SUCKA COULDN'T HANDLE THAT, NO NO! AS LONG AS THERE IS A WOMAN IN THIS FACILITY, <span class="mu-b">THIS SMOOTH MAMA WILL NEVER DIE!</span>"
"USE THAT TO YOUR OWN BENEFIT. GOING ON COOLDOWN."
The bag gets spat out. Shockingly, it didn't destroy much if any of the meat in the bag. You note the meat is an odd blue, however.
>Message K about why she's so interested in the Admin, and why so sexual in her messages
Administrator --> Employee K
ADMINISTATOR: Okay. I'm already regretting doing that, I do got a question.
ADMINISTATOR: What's your angle? What's with all of the bath talk? What's with the, well, unprofessional behavior?
ADMINISTATOR: or, I suppose the interest you have in me?
k8: interest?
ADMINISTATOR: I rather not dwell on what happened too long, you know what you were doing.
k8: i don't see the issue here. you're silly.
k8: humans are weird, aren't they? seeing stuff that isn't there?
ADMINISTATOR: Aren't you one?
k8: maybe
k8: gotta work sir see you later
>Gamma, take a crack at unlocking that briefcase
You decide to check out that's going, after the odd Kate DMs. He's busy kneeling down and fiddling with it in the first floor storage room.
"C'mon." He's clicking in several random five letter words. "DELTA", "AGENT", "SHADE", "SAVVY". Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. You're starting to wonder if it's just never gonna open when something flickers in your head.
Administrator --> ETF-γ
ADMINISTATOR: Wait. I doubt your name is legally Gamma. You must have a real name.
ADMINISTATOR: Is it five letters?
He looks at your message and doesn't respond to it but you notice he's considering it. He turns away from the cameras to put in the code but you have a feeling you know what he's putting in.
<span class="mu-g">Click.</span>
He cracks open the briefcase. After fiddling around with the letters to not let you know what he put in, he pulls out some fat green wads of cash out of the briefcase. A smile cracks across his face before turning into a full on shit-eating grin.
"HAHA! WE GOT...wait, hold on." The grin quickly disappears. "It was supposed to be five-thousand! Not fucking this!" He holds up all of the wads of cash at the camera. You do a quick count to find that he only has-
>$500 acquired!
Not exactly $5000 but that's still a useful amount of money. You're not sure how to actually spend it besides that one Salt Scrapper shop. Still, useful to have around.
