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The five immediately lose whatever bravado and confidence they had in their plan upon seeing it.
"Damnit. I don't intend on dying today, we can't beat this."
"Shit. There goes my Joyvel money."
"Aw." "Damn!" "Shuckaroonies!"
"Yeah. Look, I can at least pay you to fuck off. Maybe you can even tell me something important since you clearly have been watching me." The Handler digs into his pockets and immediately tosses a wad of ten $20 over to the Druggie.
She flips through them and with a nod, she speaks up. "There's this one lady who's been watching this place too. From the 'Cleaners of U-Corp'. Bright red hair, has way too many teeth, think she's a Harvester? She normally roams around the streets around these parts." Finally, a solid lead connecting one of the Offices to this place.
"I think she was following that weird blue haired dude you were working with? She's weird."
"Not like she's the only one." Al mutters as he gets up alongside his four associates. "That one <span class="mu-r">weird giant blue centipede dude</span> is also something to look out for. He kept pestering us about being bugs and shit. Wears a mask all the time." Oh no, oh no no, it's only been a DAY. How the FUCK IS <span class="mu-i">HE</span> HERE??
Benedict immediately seems to pick up something on a deep, subconscious level. "An anomaly. Concept of bargaining and trade. Wants an in with the corporations. This would be his way in." Seems like letting him out without capturing him has added another wrinkle to your plan. "<span class="mu-b">He knows you're here too.</span>"
The four Augmented Drones and the Druggie don't know what the fuck he's on about and with a shrug, they promptly begin to exit the club. The distracted H-Corp agent doesn't even remotely attempt to stop them.
Now that the longue is mostly empty, your allies promptly reconvene to discuss what they figured out and got out of the others. You already see the gangsters and men in suits discussing on how to get past the H-Corp agent while said agent is busy looking around the club with equal measures of confusion and <span class="mu-b">concern?</span>
Weird. Wasn't he going to shoot this place to oblivion earlier?
Maruyama and Frank are the first to arrive. Maruyama keeps fiddling with the hilt of his sheath sword in an attempt to calm down his flustered emotions. "So, apparently neither of them recognized the office the other was working for."
"Yeah. It was real fucking weird. YamaYama-" Maruyama flinches upon hearing Frank's nickname for him. "-tried to ask them why they were working with S-Corp but they said they were looking for a T-Corp trio instead."
"The S-Corp suits didn't even recognized the gangsters. All they knew is that their contacts told them to meet up here. It's like they were both told a different story on who to expect here. <span class="mu-b">The weird thing is both were told to bring some briefcases provided by their office?</span>"
Frank seems to be trying to piece something together. "Neither of them opened the case or even knew what was inside."
