>>6171674Here there are six people. Katriina Jousten. Nonoka Sumika. Percival Blythe. A well-armored American man with a face that was forged serious. A sleazy looking Finn,smoking a cigarette held in some strange gauntlet. And lastly, a Deathsquad agent, wrapped in bandages and lounging on a hospital bed that seems rather out of place.
"And she's here," comments the smoker, whipping his head to Katriina. "Leshy's choice pick."
Standing at a table with a projector and a tablet of some sort, L5 Jousten's eyes dart up at you. "He's told you everything?"
"Yes, ma'am," you answer, the confusion plain in your voice.
"No he didn't," she corrects. "It'll be clear after the briefing. Fiona, this is Simo Ruoho of the Armed Forces, trusted friend. And that is Chicago High Judge Gabriel. They'll be involved."
Simo, a grungy brown-haired man with big-frame glasses and a largely opened buttondown, balances on a rocked-back chair with his legs up on the table Katriina set the projector up on. He gives a lax wave with his bulky hand, and the nature of the 'gauntlet' becomes clear. His hand is a prosthetic, and of design incredibly similar to the Undercroft bodysuits. She must be a test subject for Katriina's tech.
Gabriel is just about the man you expected him to be. Bold faced, short blonde hair, uninterested eyes that look past you. Heavy steel armor made in America, fit with a belt of rounds and two strange swords on his hip. They have a revolver's chamber, and a pistol grip...? Does he shoot bullets from his swords?!
"A-ah, pleasure to meet you two," you stammer out a greeting.
"I remember you. You brought in the Autonomous Drone," the Judge speaks. "When Leshy said he had a recommendation, I had low expectations when he mentioned it was an L2 agent."
Coughing between puffs of the cigarette, Simo chimed in. "And she caught the bug we've been working with. Her and Blythe."
As they higher powers prattled on about your credentials, you take a look around the room you're in. It is <span class="mu-i">not</span> a presentation room. Large glass pods line the walls canted at a lounging angle beside a mass of consoles with indecipherable buttons and screens. Most of them seem derelict, but a few seem to have been used recently. There's a tarp thrown over one of these pods.
Long ago when Katriina first invited you here, she did say there were cryogenic pods down here that only held animals as test runs for humans that never bothered to use them. So all this must be...
