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>Get R/Roxy medical attention, if not already
Employee A is currently patching up the dog, mostly by rubbing on some burn ointment from one of the medkits on the furless, burnt patch of skin. His hands glow slightly as he pushes the cream in. She should be fine enough.
>Check on D-H3427, thank them for their help during the R-Corp raid. They did facehugger that one guy and performed hit-and-run ambush tactics, and that was still a good help during the shitshow.
Currently, the metallic heart has been reconnected in the small cage that you suspect came with one of your two dog employees. Of course, you're not retarded enough to actually thank it in person, but you turn on the intercom.
"Thank you for your assistance, D-H3427. Even if you're some weird oddity, your elimination of the target did help." You cough, drinking more ash-flavored coffee. You can't wait for the good shit to return.
The heart scratches something onto the metallic floor. You squint down at it. You manage to prase out "WANT MORE FOOD, GIMME."
[DYING LIGHT] Did she even have to ask? It's pitiful that extra food is something that is considered a proper "reward" for what she did.
[BOUND BY DUTY] It honored its end of the bargain. I see no issue increasing its rations for now.
You make a non-committal noise. "The request seems reasonable. At ease." The metallic heart 'claps' its claws together with glee. Well, horrible abomination aside, it's one of the better Ds.
>Wish our ETF good hunting, and to follow the fortune. Also, tell them about C-0RA’s findings and location, for after their original job is done.
Currently, all nine operational agents are surrounding Delta, discussing the next anomaly extraction they have to do. Delta looks fucking FURIOUS. Probably because he still hasn't recovered from his gut punch.
[BOUND BY DUTY] They remind you of someone. A family you had, but not by blood. It's comforting.
"GET THAT GOD DAMN ADMIN TO APPROVE IT!" Delta hisses at the others. Gamma smacks him across the face. "Del. Fucking think for a moment, get some sense back into you."
"You would be dead weight." Epsilon bluntly states. "You would be worthless on the field. Stay silent."
"HEY, FUCK YOU TOO!" Delta tries to suppress a cough from yelling so much. A faint trickle of red runs down his mouth. Delta, Epsilon, and Gamma keep snapping at each other before-
<span class="mu-s">"ENOUGH!"</span> Beta and Chi command. The three squabbling agents silence themselves. The others quickly fall into line, ceasing their own personal chats. "Look." Beta's voice returns to the calm, collected tone it usually has. "This isn't what matters."
"Indeed." Chi nods. "We need to discuss what anomaly reports we have to go after and who to send. Else, we'll be turned into mince meat."
"Or glass." Gamma shivers. Somehow you know what he's on about. That weird dream...
"Thank you, you two." Everyone quickly looks up at the intercom you're speaking through.
