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First things first, you toss over a Z-Corp Ampule and some White Powder to Benedict. No to refine but simply in case this turns into a real nasty fight. He takes them without any real question since, well, he's still cognizant enough to realize he'll probably need them.
Worst case scenario, he'll just give them back to you.
As for your actual plan? You do really want to throw the suitcase bomb at her since you imagine that even with her powers? If she survived, it'd probably take ages for her to fully recover. But the issue is not being blown up in the process since, well, you don't want the chefs working here caught in the cross fire. Or your allies, even.
Rich people? Who cares, if they're not augmented enough to survive a bomb fuck 'em. But if you plan on getting the chefs out, you probably couldn't use the bomb safely without disabling Katherine and getting everyone out.
Hm. You slide over the SUITCASE BOMB over to Benedict. "REFINE this." He doesn't question you, simply deciding to press his armblade against the SUITCASE. A bright white light slowly surrounds the briefcase before, as if it simply popped into existence, a brand new suitcase is there in its place.
The formerly bland, non-descript briefcase is now a bright velvet red. The cheap faux-leather it was once made out of is now the real article now; There's no artificial uniformity to it. Real, honest to god leather.
>SUITCASE BOMB PLUS obtained! (An incredibly dangerous explosive. Deals 20 FLESH damage to everything inside of a large sized room and inflicts 3 CRIPPLING INJURIES to anything that survives. Even anomalies would be worried about being hit by this.)
>BENEDICT RESTRAINT: 4/6
While most of the chefs are confused as to why you have a random briefcase sitting around, you do notice one of them is oddly stressed out. The young woman in question is in a bright white uniform that's a size or two too big for her and unlike most of the other chefs, it is spotless.
<<span class="mu-b">"Okay, okay, that can't be a normal suitcase. Probably something meant for Katherine. I need to tell her NOT to come over here."</span>>
Your eyes narrow. Son of a bitch.
Adam immediately picks up on what the issue is. He snaps his fingers towards the fake Chef. "Sam, was it? Come over here. I need to tell you something."
Too afraid to break the illusion now, the young woman approaches Adam despite the fact you KNOW she's not a real chef. Seems like Adam has gotten some sort of authority over everyone in here; Probably just because of how-
[STEADY HANDS + PRACTICING SURGEON] In Adam's hand now is his Chef's Knife. In one clean cut, he sliced cleanly through the fatty flesh of the fake Chef's neck. Blood is gushing down the woman's neck, staining her once white uniform a bright crimson red. He must've sliced right through an artery.
She's down on the ground before anyone realized what he did. "A rotten ingredient spoils the batch."
This, rightfully so, sends the whole fucking kitchen into chaos.
