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You raise your hands up in mock surrender. "I took my pills today. I don't hear any voices, nor do I think the government is chasing after me." Both of which are lies and you can tell Frank is half aware of this. He sighs, gesturing at you to sit down.
You sit down next to him. He's a tall, somewhat skinny man with messy brown hair and some mild muscle in his arms. He's glaring at you like you're a piece of actual dogshit he stepped on. It's halting any attempt at you from starting a conversation. "Sorry. Didn't mean to intrude, sir."
"Save the asskissing for someone else. Tell me what you want so I can tell you to fuck off." Well, he gets right to the point. You try your best to get enough courage to speak up.
"I'm, uh, looking for allies. People to help me out. You seem like you're...good at your job? Mr...?"
"Frank. Frank Smith. Though I suppose the actual title is ETF Kappa. I think that's retarded, do I look like some sort of fuckin' fish to you?" Frank chuckles at some sort of bizarre 'joke' he was making. "And you, schizo bitch?"
"Nicole. Nicole Smith."
"Huh, wack, same last name. Who would've thunk?" <span class="mu-b">An ETF agent, huh? Explains the uniform. Very likely to be vastly superior in resources and experience, combat or otherwise.</span>
"I guess so! I'm not exactly an Agent per se but I'm close! I'm a Cleaner. You know, a bit below the later?"
"Oh. The dead meat that are sent to do the jobs we don't want. Excellent. Why would I help you?" <span class="mu-b">He really isn't holding his punches back. He won't lie to you or your allies. For good and ill.</span>
"You get an extra paycheck? You don't have to yell at the walkie talkie so much? I dunno, I got a lot of money and an associate in some high places."
"Hm. Money is good. I can dig that. Respect it. The grind, the hustle." Frank taps his foot to an imaginary beat. "$275. No more, no less."
"That's a bit hi-" "Do you want me to humor your nonsense or not?" "Fair, I guess." You don't really have a high enough CHARM to try lowering his price any.
"Great. Here's my card." Frank tosses a small business card at you. You catch it. "I'll tell you this, Nicky Wicky. If you ever meet a man named Bennett? Punch him in the fucking face for me." He mutters to himself. <<span class="mu-b">"Fucking bunny mask wearing asshole."</span>>
"Riiight." You decide it's probably wise to get the fuck out of here before he feels like he wants to beat you up. You begin your walk back to the train station so you can get back home and get some fucking sleep. It's been a long day today, frankly.
You will NOT miss the constant smell of sulfur and the constant orange tint of this district. Once you get to the train station, you show the business card you got so you can get on the next train immediately. Soon enough, you're back home in your frozen winter wonderland of a District.
You stumble back into your room and fall face first into your pillow without a second thought. Everything goes black.
