>>5749015“You could learn from Mr. Smythe…” Agrees the suit as he begins to pace in front of his guards, “We’re not running some pathetic Mom and Pop Pharmacy where the smiles are free, Mina–we’re treading water in a shark tank… and every hesitation sends another drop of our blood into their wake. Attachment is a <span class="mu-i">weakness</span> and you know it.”
“But-”
“But <span class="mu-i">NOTHING!</span>” The old man snarls as he shoves a pile of equipment off of a table, “The decision is simple: reassure your friends that we’ll evacuate them all provided they sign an NDA… and the company is <span class="mu-i">yours</span>.”
Mina’s lip quivers as anger builds in her face.
“Or,” Shrugs the old man, “Refuse! Pout! Throw another one of your little tantrums–it makes no difference: they all have to be eliminated.”
His face lights up a bit with an idea. “Think of the meat industry: when the consumers saw the conditions of an average slaughterhouse, they <span class="mu-i">panicked!</span> Cramped, filthy conditions… machines straight out of a horror movie… but when they began pushing that ‘<span class="mu-i">Free Range</span>’ drivel, suddenly it didn’t matter anymore where the meat came from!”
“It’s not the same…” Growls Mina under her breath, “These are <span class="mu-i">people</span>... my <span class="mu-i">friends</span>.”
“Oh, I think it <span class="mu-i">is</span>, my dear.” The suited man sneers! “Would you rather they were gunned down now? Or would you prefer they had one last moment of respite… and then drifted off peacefully?”
The class prez is shaking now… nothing like the cold heiress you’ve seen all night.
“Do this for me and the company is yours, Mina… one. last. test.” The old man gives her brother a kick on the floor. “Prove to me once and for all that you have the resolve your <span class="mu-i">brother</span> lacks… that you truly are <span class="mu-i">MY</span> child.”
Your hand shakes at your side clenched and ready to throttle the suited man’s miserable <span class="mu-i">neck</span>! So this is Hauser, huh? You couldn’t have asked for a better introduction to the wretched sonnovabitch…
“You’re conflicted.” Hauser says with a grim smile. “Perhaps Mr. Smythe could… aid your decision?”
“No trouble at all, boss!” Grins the Aussie as he snaps a finger! “Think I might bring one of those kids in here an’ counta’ ten…”
“That sounds like an <span class="mu-i">excellent</span> idea, Mr. Smythe!” Nods Hauser as Mina’s already pale face grows paler and Darren emits a weak <span class="mu-i">no</span>... from the ground. “Perhaps one of the quieter, less-popular ones to start… where’s that damned Hornsby girl when you need her… Oh, and see if you can scrounge up another one of those <span class="mu-s">SUPPRESSOR DRUGS</span>... wouldn’t want my little princess to lose her temper…”
You could put some bullets into these assholes right now… but Mina might also have some kind of plan brewing–not to mention you might learn more if you wait.
What do?
>KEEP LISTENING!>ATTACK!>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!>WRITE-IN! 