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You're not sure what to make of the B-Company thing but they've confirmed they know how sloppy their disinformation is now. Probably because of you for a lot of it.
<span class="mu-b">What the FUCK could the Android be doing in R-Corp?</span> He fucked up, sure, but was it THAT bad to be disowned by the Spooks on the spot? Or was what he did just the final straw? It's worrying to say the least.
You whisper what you picked up to Clover and Casey. Clover's response is slow and hesitant; He's clearly taking a while to think about this.
"Perhaps we could convince her to help us! Do we not have suitable blood replacements in stock to keep her implant running? She would be indebted to us!" Casey does have a point; It may be a small price to pay to get a woman in the inside.
[DOGMATIC MINDSET] "If she needs them to stay alive with them fancy implants, who's to say she would even think of leavin' them? They have her by her teats! It'll be better to kill her then!" He's not wrong either. You have eleven vials of SPOOK blood replacements while her organization has a LOT more.
You try to say something but you notice the Spook freezing up as if she just heard something. Your group worries she's about to rush in to try starting a fight. She slams her hands against her ears to try blocking some invisible sound.
<span class="mu-s">"NO! NO! SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON'T WANT ANY MORE LESSONS STOP PLEASE PLEASE!"</span> Her legs twitch for a brief moment before slamming back violently against her chair. The force of her thigh hitting the chair causes it to crumble into plastic dust in the blink of an eye. She nearly falls from the lack of support but she regains her balance.
As soon as she stands straight up, she paces around the room with nervous energy vibrating across her whole body. Her already hard to understand muttering is replaced with fully incoherent muttering. What did she mean by 'lessons'? That didn't seem like some coded spook mumbo jumbo.
You turn your gaze back to your two allies to see if they have an idea but something's off with them. Both are eerily quiet. Way too quiet compared to how they normally are. They're staring blankly at the space in front of them. You try to say something but your attention is drawn to the fact that...
It's so dark. So, so very dark. Darker yet darker yet even darker. The suffocating haze that has been in every square inch of this district has somehow gotten even darker. You can't see more than two feet in front of you even with your NIGHTVISION GOOGLES on. Something's wrong. It wasn't like this moments ago.
"Focus! Focus, damnit, focus!" It seems whatever's going on, your unnaturally high RESTRAINT is enough to protect you from whatever's going on. Something about the D-Corp darkness has shifted here all of a sudden.
Casey's voice is the first one you hear, "T-this is quite unusual! I-I don't mind the dark but I feel the sudden urge to invest in L-Corp lightbulbs!"
