Casey puts away the OIL LANTERN you lent to her to equip her pistol and rapier.
Clover already has his revolver ready.
You? You know what you're going to use: THE FEDKILLER. Loaded with two CRYSTAL SHOTGUN SLUGS to hopefully kill the spook stonedead if you have to.
The door to the breakroom doesn't have any fancy keycard system or anything; It's a simple metal push door.
Clover has the two of you stand behind him as he pushes the door open.
The breakroom itself is like any other shitty office breakroom: A few scattered plastic tables (with equally shitty chairs) with the stability of your mind on a bad day, some cabinets for storing stuff, an old musty fridge and a broken vending machine.
All of which has mostly been molded over or covered in vines. There is one off patch near the fridge; maybe someone hid it? That's not what draws your attention though. It's the person sitting at one of the shitty plastic tables.
She's wearing the usual silver suit and tie most of these agents wear but unlike other agents, the suit has been altered slightly. Maybe to customize it? It's subtle enough that you wouldn't notice it unless you saw dozens on dozens of agents in the past.
Small off-grey patches with barely legible writing in white stitching are spotted all across her suit. Odd, considering them blending in their surroundings despite the bright silver uniforms. She also has a gas mask on, so you can't see her censored face but she was smart enough not to get infected.
Resting on her table is a pump action shotgun with a chrome finish to it; pretty slick and brand new by the looks of it. You gotta respect her choice of weaponry.
https://youtu.be/O3klRxVuOGg - UNUSUAL GLOWIE BEHAVIOR
That's not what worries you. It's the fact she's sitting there, bawling her eyes out without even attempting to keep her guard up. Her sobbing doesn't even sound right thanks to the staticky voice filter most of the Agents have.
It warps and twists in on itself like listening to a poorly maintained radio trying to play something while being submerged underwater. You and Casey stay near the entrance because to be quite honest, you don't want to be anywhere near her.
<span class="mu-s">"I can't keep doing this. I can't, I can't, I can't."</span> She mutters to herself while running her hands through the matted mess that is her hair. <span class="mu-s">"They keep telling you that you can sleep after you kill one more target. You killed six corpos already, one more can't be that bad."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"36 hours without sleep, body and biomass running on fumes. But you can do this. You can do this. You can do this."</span> She smashes her fists down HARD onto the plastic table. <span class="mu-s">"You can kill them. That's your only task. Why the FUCK can't you GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME?!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"URRAAAAAAAAAH!"</span> She sends her shotgun clattering the floor with a swipe of her hands before grabbing the underside of the table she's sitting at. She violently flings it at the nearby wall with barely any effort.
