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“Ladies, may I have a word?” You get a little cheeky with your opening line. There’s fun in being mysterious! With the voice distorter provided by the Phil Noon mask, there’s no way they can recognize you. Scarlet, err, Bubbles seems cheery to hear that her mask is being used! What a goofball.
“<span class="mu-i">Mhmhm?</span> They’re listening to us? I should’ve seen it coming...” Ms. Calamity looks up at the speaker on the wall. Judith joins her. Neither look particularly surprised.
“Is the speaker malfunctioning? Regardless, this is the first time they’d resort to something of this kind. It’s wholly illegal, and I assure you those involved being reprimanded will be the tip of the iceberg in their future.” Judith sounds apologetic towards her interviewee.
“Hey! Let’s not get hasty, I want to talk! It’s just me.” You walk under the speaker to not raise suspicion. Maybe you’ll have to flick the microphone to create some static.
“A little brazen, aren’t you? I guess it is expected of someone intruding on a private conversation.” Ms. Calamity giggles.
“It’s important.” You adjust your glasses despite being invisible.
“Enough to risk your life? Going rogue in this kind of job is rather *life-threatening*…” Ms. Calamity retorts.
“I say so, yeah.” You owe a lot to her family.
“Pardon, you’re using a voice distorter, aren’t you? It’s quite a common model. I’ve heard it being used plenty of times in my line of work. It’s effective, mind you. But you’re no guard.” Judith notices. Identifying voice distorters isn’t a difficult task, but recognizing the model? That’s new...
“I never said I work here.” You never intended to go along with this narrative.
“Then who might you be?” Ms. Calamity is curious.
“A friend, a potential ally at least.” You retort.
Both women share a look. This must be confusing to them.
“I can hardly say I ever trusted a man with no face or voice. <span class="mu-i">Tstststsh...</span>” Ms. Calamity cackles softly.
“There are other ways to build trust. Explain to us how you hacked our communication system.” Judith adds to the questionnaire.
“Is that really what you want to know first?” You point out that there’s an offer on the table that is being ignored.
“Love, I’d like to hear your offer, but I’m a mere prisoner on death’s row...” Ms. Calamity grabs another biscuit.
