>>5225773Despite visibly struggling with the coordination of his own limbs, the Officer manages to bodycheck both O and G2 on the way out. Employee E, bloody and stony-faced, starts to help them before he looks up and stares.
"Ed?" the Officer inquires, struck with the soft surprise of meeting an old friend. "Is that you?"
"Vladimir," E states, professionally, blankly.
"What are you doing up here? I did not expect to see you alongside these lowlifes."
"The winds of fate blew me down and I was swept up to a lonesome corner of a Pillar. Come here to crack some heads, Officer?"
"Not quite the usual business. <span class="mu-b">Special favor to M Company, in fact.</span>" Somehow, there's a trace of a grimace in that mess of a face. "The overgrown brat had her nineteenth nervous breakdown and sent it away, meddling with something that she shouldn't have. A long line of fuckups and miscommunication for me to travel down and clean up."
"<span class="mu-b">Miss Management,</span> right?"
"That's the ticket. So you <span class="mu-i">were</span> listening." A wistful hiss, laughter like the swishing of cobwebs. "It's a shame that the old place burned down like that. You ran a tight joint, despite all the shit we gave you..."
"A-A touching reunion," you idly remark.
"Yes, yes, I know," The Officer snaps and recomposes himself. "Stories for another time. Don't get yourself into trouble, Eddie."
"Aye aye, sir."
You lead the officer away and forward, silently chewing upon these shadowy, vague glimpses of Ed's everyday life.
