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Your focus is shot from the high pitched noise so while you do manage to land a strong PUPPETEER on him, it only manages to freeze his left arm.
Without any regard for his own body he simply rips his arm from its socket before taking this chance to bolt for it.
By the time any of you can recover, he's gone.
>-1 RESTRAINT! 7/11 RESTRAINT LEFT!
>You imagine he'll be a pain in the ass later but he's scared off for now.
It takes a while for everyone in the lobby to recover but over the next twenty minutes, the crowd of Drones is able to hear what happened at the train station. You can't quite make out what they quite feel from all of the murmuring and indistinct chatter but you can tell the crowd views your group in a pretty good light now.
"WE'LL have someone hunt down that man to 'TALK' to him." Mr. Daquan gestures at the arm that got severed from him. A group of Drones move to gather it so they can hunt down the Android in question. "THANK you for your service."
Your group is then assailed by a swarm of excited Drones that Mr. Daquan has to call off after they're done handing you what they feel like your group deserves.
YOU OBTAIN...
>3 Q-CORP FAVOR (2 from Crowd, 1 from AUDITOR PHOTO, leaving you with 5 after you spent one.)
>$519
>Q-CORP CIGARETTE PACK (Has four cigarettes left. When used, converts the next three dice someone rolls into d9s.)
>Q-CORP DRONE ENRICHMENT ELECTROLYES x2 (A packet of off-yellow powder. Should you even be eating this? When consumed, applies ENRICHED, which blocks the next CRIPPLING INJURY you would take.)
>GAUZE ROLL x2 (Gauze! Nice! Heals 1 FLESH, weakens a CRIPPLING INJURY, or heals a CRIPPLING INJURY with help of a UVX item.)
>Q-CORP SUGARY WAFER DELIGHT x2 ('MADE OUT OF 95% DRONE MILK'. Drone...milk? What? Heals 1 RESTRAINT and adds +2d4 to the next two COGNIZANCE or RESTRAINT checks the user makes.)
Once all of the gifts are handed out, Mr. Daquan gestures at your group to follow him for a private session. Your group doesn't really have an option here. Max silently gestures for everyone to be as respectful as possible around him. She and Molly could probably get away with being rude but the rest? Best to be on your best behavior.
It takes a while to climb up the stairs all the way to the third floor but once there, Mr. Daquan silently leads you into his office. It's a rather cramped room even for one man, let alone eight people, but you'll have to make due.
"Ooo." Benjamin coos while he examines all of the medals and plaques lining the walls of Mr. Daquan's office. "Impressive. You must be one of those Corporate Administrators the Krakatoas force me to chat with, huh?" Well that's pretty blunt.
Mr. Daquan shakes his head. "CORPORATE manager. Only one above DEPARTMENT manager. Still three to four ranks below CORPORATE ADMINSITRATOR, sadly."
"Oh! Cool! I'm a Department Manager of Z-Corp!"
"I could tell. LET'S get to brass tacks. WHAT you have done is...excellent work." Mr. Daquan takes his seat.
