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"You gotta get a permit to operate in that District if you're working by the book, THEN you have to get approved nd assigned to the case..." Mr. Red mutters.
"And then, even after all of that, sometimes they won't let us use firearms!" Mr. Silver huffs. "Something about 'it cuts too much into our budget'. Buncha nonsense from the Head, I tell you. WE'RE SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS, NOT RANDOM BITCHES!"
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] Gun permits and ammo can be VERY annoying to acquire if you're not R-Corp, J-Corp, X-Corp, or an ETF agent. And usually, it costs an arm and a leg if you aim to keep it above board.
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] Most of your ammo and guns were stolen from random people you killed, for instance.
"You saved us a lot of paperwork." Mr. Brown nods. "Tell you what. If you don't mind us taking credit, we'll give you a small favor. How's that?"
You shrug. "Sure, fuck it. I already got paid for doing it, you guys can take the credit."
"Excellent!" The mood in the table suddenly swings from 'what is this bitch doing here' to damn near praising you for saving them from having to do any work.
>+1 J-CORP (LAW AND ORDER) FAVOR!
They promptly throw you a bright orange catalog with a police badge on the cover and a clip of pistol ammo before promptly blabbering to themselves about what a great job they did. Huh.
No wonder why Cleaners exist if doing police work is so mired in red tape. Seems like trying to keep things in check requires way too much red tape from them to be effective...
>+6 ARMOR PIERCING PISTOL ROUNDS (Against armored targets or machines, roll an additional +3d6. Used by J-Corp to deal with high risk targets.)
>+J-CORP CATALOG (Contains a variety of training manuals and equipment to improve your combat abilities, on hire guards to keep you safe, and specialized ammo and grenade types.)
>-2 DC to all future skill checks when trying to talk to J-Corp.
Neat. You decide to head back to your table where your allies are at. Sitting down, you realize that they already ordered you something to eat. It's a juicy, medium rare steak with a glass of red wine. The steak looks way bigger and juicier than any meat you had before in your life. You look up to see Alexis flashing a smile at you.
"A reward for not fucking up. Don't worry about paying it and, please, feel free to order another one if you wish."
Fuck. You're not going to complain. As you prepare to dig into your stake, you wonder what to ask Naomi and Alexis. You already bothered Kiara with questions after the training course so you don't feel like bothering her. If she wants to say something, she will.
"Thanks." You offer your best smile to her.
Kiara looks up from the pile of pasta she's been devouring. "I always wondered why they installed fake taste buds into me." Kiara mutters. "I know now what heaven tastes like."
Naomi is busy just eating at a simple sandwich in silence. It's clear she's still a bit tense when it comes to social interactions. Hm.