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Location: Argus Sector, Artemis Station; Fenris HQ
Time: 1130 OST; 24th October 350 A.E. (Anno Expugnationis)
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Mia Tanner gulped as she eyed the label next to the heavy composite steel door - "Huang Mengfu, EO". At first she had been reluctant to accept a position in Fenris Corporation. Working for a Mercenary Outfit, even as a mere secretary, seemed off for her. In the end, however, the expectation of a steady wage - one much higher than expected for the middle child of a dock worker family - coupled with the pressure from her parents outweighed her doubts. In moments like these, however, her concerns resurfaced. While dealing with the mercenaries themselves could range from anywhere between casual to unpleasant, her daily interactions with Mengfu tended to induce outright dread in her. Albeit the executive officer never paid her much mind, his mere pressence unsettled her to no end. She straightened her shirt absentmindely, before pressing the button to open the door.

"... So, you expect me to organize an infiltration mission deep into No-Sec with skeleton team I have available?" Mengfu's voice - albeit close to a whisper - was wrought with unbridled fury. He had his back turned towards Mia. The office never failed to induce marvel in her. The desk alone - A heavy table made from massive, authentic Mahagony - likely cost more than what both her parents earned in two years. And it appeared to be among the lesser pricey accommodations in this room. Ancient swords throned over a exquisite dresser, the the wall opposite to her adorned with a selection of replicas of famous handguns and rifles, the most astonishing feature was a series of shelves containing books - actual bound books with pages made of paper, an exclusive rarity in this age. One of these shelves contained a drawer filled with exquisite liquors, corresponding glasses and a box of cigars.

"Your readiness to question orders is far from appropriate. Are you infering that your section is ill equipped to handle such a mundane task?", the voice projected by Mengfu's personal computer sounded particularily acidic. Mia approached the table carefully, trying her best not to prove as an interruption.

"A mundane task like this requires a team of specialists. Combat hardened, experienced personell. Right now I have fewer a handful employees at the ready, that could be trusted on a such mundane task. I don't know what rock you're hiding under, but we're talking No-Sec here. This is not the Voroshilov Sector, we deal with heavily armed pirates here, not ineffectual Neo-Yuppies protesting against the establishment. We use guns here, not waterthrowers."

She had finally approached the table, carefully setting down the tray housing a single cup of green tea, that Mengfu expected to have at this time. This, however, drew the attention of Mengfu. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Mia. Addressing her in the same angered tone that he used towards the person on the other end of the conference.

"Thank you. Send for Argoyle, O'Donnel and Feinmann. That will be all, Miss Tanner."

She'd frozen right where she was, quite literally expecting him to rip her head off right on the spot.

"I said,", Mengfu paused before repeating himself, "That will be all. Miss Tanner."

"Y-Yes, sir!", her mind snapped back into action, as she timidly turned around and headed for the door. Barely resisting to urge to run. The voice from the computer spoke up again, "I have anticipate your lack of competence to run your operation smoothly. Thus I have arranged for an additional asset to be provided to you. He should arrive today..."
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Cormag yawned as the tatooist worked his left biceps. He'd refused to get the paint he'd planned to have done slapped on by those designer tatooist in the business sector. The day before he'd finally found a tatooist that fit his tastes at the docks. He'd decided to never trust one who'd be afraid to showcase his work on his own body, and the man left to him appeared to take great pride in his work. Burly, bald and dressed in casual trousers and a tank top, the man did his best to uphold the minimal standards of decency, while showcasing the myriad of colorful tatoos he was sporting. A low beeping noise snapped Cormag out of his relaxation, as his intercom sprang into action, announcing a call from Mengfu's secretary. Absentmindly he opened the channel.

"Master of carnage on the line. Who do I need to kill?", albeit unprofessional, he'd figured out that the girl was upset by this kind of tough guy act, and taken a liking to upsetting her.

"Mengfu. U-Um, I don't mean you should k-kill him...", she stuttered in a flustered way that brought a grin to O'Donnel's face. By the sound of her voice, he'd guessed that she'd been close to a breakdown before, so he took a break with teasing her.

"Relax, Mia. Just messin' with you. I take you meant to say that Mengfu demands my pressence. Tell him that I'll get there today some time or another, ..., well quite frankly you don't need to go tell him, he'll figure that out by himself."

He cancelled tha call without waiting for a reply before turning back to the tatooist. "All done there mate. Can't believe that was your first time, you didn't flinch at all"

Cormag raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you're making a pass at me. Sorry, not interested. Have a few extra.", he said before he held out his credit stick to the man, transferring the fee for the tatoo with a small tip.

"Pah, and here I thought I could get a drink before midday..."


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Noah stepped off the rather battered Ship which had brought him to the Dock, and he stretched luxuriantly just after his Foot touched the Ground. Vessels were always too small for him — he had taken up two Seats on this one, but his new Employer had paid the Bill without Comment, so he supposed there were worse Things. He always had to carry his own Provisions, however, because no Form of Transport ever carried enough for him. He slung his Bag over his Shoulder, and followed the Map on his Handheld Computer off among the myriad Buildings. It was a rather seedy Place, but not the Worst he had seen, and nobody ever bothered him because he was at least two or three Heads taller than everybody else, though he did not really like how very conspicuous this made him.

He wandered past a Tattooist, in which a little Man with rather bizarre mechanical Alterations was getting something done on his Arm, and then communicated with somebody, and paid the Artist. Noah had never thought of getting such a Thing before — they were for People who did not have unnervingly visible Veins and Nerves — but he found the Idea interesting because he had seen them in Pictures in Books as a Child, though those with which he was most familiar were of a different Style to what the small Man had gotten.

Noah was not really in a Hurry — he was an Hour ahead of Schedule — so he bought a few Sandwiches and a Mound of Chips at a Cart near the Tattooist and sat himself down on a nearby Bench to eat. It was cheap, rather greasy Fare, but he was very hungry after such a long Ride, so he gobbled it down all the same.



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Magda was sitting in front of a computer screen in her apartment, organising her research data.

"Computer, give me a line graph showing cellular degradation over time for group θ. Time on the x-axis, one month intervals."

About a year previously she had been approached with a joint research proposal by a fellow medical cyberneticist who had been taking a fresh look at an implant project that had been abandoned due to the unacceptably high rate of rejection by the host bodies. They had received permission to carry out further experiments on volunteer prisoners, some of whom had already been carrying black-market copies of the device when captured - some unscrupulous organisations, and even some individuals, were willing to risk later disabilities or worse for the sake of advantages over rivals or enemies in the present. Now they were preparing to present the interim results at an upcoming conference - or at least her research partner was. Magda's own 'day job' as a mercenary field medic for Fenris was far too unpredictable to allow her to commit to such things as appearing at academic conferences, much as she'd have liked to.

Having checked that everything looked correct, she saved the diagram and brought up another.

"Computer, overlay diagram 1..."

Her intercom beeped.

"Computer, pause."

She recognised the caller. It was Mengfu's secretary.

"Feinmann here. Don't tell me," she said, before Mia even had a chance to get a word in. "The boss wants me. He really has a talent for picking the worst times. Anyone would think he does it deliberately. I'll head over as soon as I've tied up some loose ends here."

Err... yes. Thank you, came Mia's voice.

"Till then. Feinmann out. Computer, continue..."



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Cormag left the tatooist's shop, one cheesy paintjob adorning his left upper arm - A Skull with a banner reading "Master of Carnage" at the bottom of it, a name some angered merchant had given him after some creative warehouse cleaning. Of course dirt wasn't the real issue in that case, well at least not non-human dirt. For some some reason O'Donnel had taken a liking to the phrase. After he had stepped out of the shop, he was a presented with a most curious sight. A hulking figure emerged out of the passenger department of a somewhat over-used transport. Usually he'd expect that kind to do the heavy lifting and unloading instead of stretching like a lazy tomcat. Intrigued he navigated the crowd, to get a chance for a closer inspection.

For a juggernaut he was outstandingly well kempt, he'd seen hairless giants, or those with ovebearing beards, but never had he seen one who kept his beard trimmed before. And his attire did not quite match the standard either. Blue and green, he mused as he inspected the man covertly, Nah really? Is that a Kōen Aug? Well makes sense, it's not like we had more than Wulf, Magda and myself for any job that ascended above shakedown runs and basic security services. Well he'd counted Mengfu in on that, but ever since he donned that suit, he'd never touched a gun again as far as Cormag new. This outfit could definitely need some new meat. And well built Augs are always an asset.

He'd figured it would only be proper to greet the newcomer. Cormag approached Naoh, just as he sat down to consume a terrifyingly large ammount Sandwiches and chips. Sitting down casually next to the giant, he helped himself to a handful of the chips before adressing him.

"Hey there, Big Daddy. Don't tell me you're around for vacation, will ya? I figured you're here to join in on the Fenris gig. Let me be frank, for a border station, this place's a stinkhole when it comes down to mercenary presence. Y'know business into No-Sec's been stagnating for a while, and the higher ups likely thought 'Hey why waste wages on elites, when a ton of grunts will do?'... Um I'm loosing ya, ain't I? Anyways I'm headed over to HQ in a bit, if you wanna tag a long feel free to do so."

He paused for a moment as he munched on the chips. "Ah right, name's Cormag, ..., Cormag O'Donnel. If you want you can also call me Master of Carnage, or if you're feeling pious I wouldn't mind God of Carnage either."


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Noah did not realise at first that anybody was talking to him, so he kept eating until he heard the Word Fenris, though he still had rather a Lot in his Mouth and so had to finish chewing it and swallow before he could say anything; it was a little Man next to him, wiry and rather absurdly-tattooed, and somewhat odd in his Posture for all the mechanical Augmentations he had been given. He was saying some rather bizarre Things, but it would save Time attempting to navigate the Station to follow this peculiar little Person — Noah was reminded somewhat of a Leprechaun when he saw him.

He wiped the Grease from one of his Hands, which could make a Fist the Size of an ordinary Man's Head, and extended it and inclined his Head slightly, and said, 'Noah, Noah Rajueil. My Employer told me somebody from Fenris would meet me here — would that be you?'



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"That wouldn't be me. It's more of a freak chance that I was around these parts.", he returned the handshake - guy seemed decent enough, "You don't seem like a regular grunt, what with bein' larger than most the hovels from where I come from. I'm not exaggerating, you simply wouldn't have fit into one of those. So what's your deal anyways? Heavy Gunner? Ack, whatever. So it's not unlikely that you'll work with me and the rest of the skeleton of a specc ops team we've got here. I'd be the pointman. So since it's likely boss'll want the whole team at his table anyways, why don't we see if we can pick up the others?"

He fidgeted around a bit with his communicator, sending a text message over to Wulf Argoyle.

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Guess Mengfu's dictated you over too? What about picking up Magda on the way, maybe we can talk her into handing out shots of medicinical alcohol? ;-D
Ran into a newbie too, I'll bring him along.
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'I might as well go with you anyway, since you've already told whomever that is that you've found me,' Noah answered, and he did something which almost looked like smiling at being told he was bigger than most Hovels — he almost said I should hope so, but restrained himself.

'I'm no Gunner, though,' he went on after eating another three or four Sandwiches (he took positively enormous Bites, and seldom chewed more than two or three Times before swallowing). 'I've a Speciality the Likes of which I imagine you've never seen before.'



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It was about half an hour later that Magda felt satisfied with her charts. She had been planning to write up the accompanying analysis in this session too, but that would have to wait. Mengfu wasn't the most patient of men and incurring his ire could make for a most unpleasant meeting (well, more unpleasant than usual, at any rate). As a final action before collecting up her things and preparing to leave she sent the completed diagrams off to her colleague with a quickly typed note: Diagrammatic representations of results for your perusal. Think a job's just come up. May be away for a bit. Accompanying text will follow when I get the chance. Feinmann.

She hit 'send', picked up her backpack, which always contained a few basic essentials, even when she was off-duty, and doubled up as a purse, then slipped in her data pad, slung it across her shoulders, and headed for the door.



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Seemingly no sooner than Cormag had sent the message Wulf had shot by a reply, though a bit to the point, like usual.

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The former security officer picked up his pace, but by the time he reached his destination Magda was just leaving. Wulf gave a holler and a wave.

"It seems like you got the memo as well. It looks there's another familiar face on the restoer but he says he's already on his way. Shall we head over?"


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Cormag noted that Noah had pretty much finished his meal - a feat that astonished Cormag to no end, albeit he did try help out a bit on that department - to no avail, Cormag guessed he had become squemish from the tatoo, as every time he'd try to steal food from Noah, he'd retreat his arm for some reason, which made him stop his attempts at freeloading for the moment. Just in time, Wulf's reply appeared on the HUD overlay of his ocular implant, crushing Cormag's hope of pilfering some of Magda's stock of Ehtanol as well.

"Meh, no fun this time. Seems like the others are already headed for the HQ. Since they're playing goody two shoes, I'd guess we'd better be goin' to."

He stood up, waving Noah along, before proceeding to lead him through the crowded docks towards the transport tube.

"From the looks of it, you won't have much time to settle down in this shithole before you're sortied.", he twitched with his shoulders, "Not like you're missing much."

As he passed the plaza in front of the transport tube, a middle aged man piqued his interest. He was too well dressed to be a dockworker, wearing a dark hooded cloak and finely tailored pants with non-too-shabby shoes. The notion that he might be a merc unknown to Cormag was crushed by the fact that he was handing out pamphlets to bystanders. This occourence, however did not distract Cormag enough to keep him from entering the next capsule on the transport tube with Noah.

"Hmm, didn't know that those 'Black Dawn' guys had spread over to Artemis station. They'd been pretty reclusive so far."


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'Black Dawn?' Noah asked. 'A Cult?'

He thought about taking one of the Pamphlets, but did not wish to make himself more Conspicuous, and there were more important Things.



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"Well yeah. They've crept up some ten years ago in some systems in the Saggitarius Arm. Mostly on poor mining 'gigs and all, y'know Ambrosia corp. and the like.", he'd decided not to spout exposition about his past with the Ambrosia Mining Corporation - guy asked after the cult, and not for his life's story, "They've been pretty harmless so far, some minor assaults on trading vessels in some of the poorest systems. I think they consider a black hole to be their god? No that's not quite right, but it was something along that line."

Cormag was getting itchy, one reason he'd grown to hate the transportation tubes was that they usually forced him to stay in place for lenghty time and that did not sit well with his nerve-implants. Just as the transport was getting close to it's destination Cormag unconciously produced his butterfly knife, and started playing around a bit with it absentmindely. As people edged away from him he'd noticed that he was fidgetting around with it again, "Oh, right. Weapons and public transportation ...". Considering the unpleasantry of a mass panic, O'Donnel decided to try and keep his urges under control another way. By the time the transport had reached it's destination he'd grown eerily, or refreshingly - it really lies in the eye of the beholder - silent. First thing he did when he dropped of the train was to stretch his limbs.

"Ain't gonna be far now."


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Noah said nothing about the Knife, but eyed Cormag warily all through the Ride. He himself stretched when he got off — it was not very pleasant for such a large Man to be confined to such a small Space — but he never stopped watching his Companion.

He filed away the Information on the Cult in the Case he ever needed it, though he did not really think he would, and went on with Cormag.

'Any Idea what the Job itself is?' he asked.



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"Meh. Boss wouldn't call in the big guns for fetching some synth-cheese from the market. And since it's been eerily boring on the safe side of the arm lately, I'd guess it's going to be a holiday trip to No-Sec."

He led Noah through a few short alleys, before emerging into the plaza in front of the Fenris HQ. For a building of this importance, it was definitely not overly fancy on the outside. Built for practicability and to function as a make-shift stationary fortress, it did away with fancy glass facades sporting a ominous titanium front. Albeit it appeard to be massive, Cormag knew that it sported a modular design, that it could open or close ports to produce covered shooting positions at a moments notice if push came to shove.

He entered the building navigating the hallways and elevators until he reached the office floor. He apporached the secretary's - Mia Tanner - desk, casually took the her cup of coffee, and leaned on it, his back facing towards her.

"Go ahead and signal Mengfu that I'm here and that I've brought along a new friend.", he made a grimace as he took a sip of the coffee, "Quite the sweet tooth you've become, haven't you?"


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'You're a pleasant one, aren't you?' he growled at Cormag when he took a Sip of Mia's Coffee.

Then he turned to her directly and said, 'I am Noah Rajueil; my present Employer has arranged for me to work with a Squad from your Company — I trust you have received the necessary Details of the Agreement?'

Mia looked up at Noah and stammered, 'Y-yes; Noah Rajueil... Kōen Tatsu 4QM738I; Speciality —'

'Oh, yes, I know who I am,' Noah said. 'Has the Contract been agreed?'

'Employer will pay all Fees and Expenses of Kōen Tatsu Noah Rajueil, who will work with Fenris for the Duration of —' Mia began.

'Very well,' Noah interrupted. 'I know the Details; what can you tell me of the Job itself?'



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Magda hit the small control panel beside her front door and it slid open with a slight hiss. She had barely set foot outside when she heard a familiar voice calling. She turned towards the sound to see Wulf waving at her from a few metres down the walkway.

"Hey, Argoyle!" She replied to his greeting. "Yeah, I got it too - if Mia counts as a memo. Bad timing, as usual, but I guess I can't complain. About time we got another decent job. Academic work may keep the brain ticking over but sitting in front of a computer for hours at a time is hardly going to keep me in peak physical shape. You say there's another familiar face on the roster? I'm guessing that'll be O'Donnel. Well, I doubt if it'll just be a routine patrol if he's calling in all three of us. Could be interesting."

By the time she had finished speaking she had locked the door behind her and drawn level with Wulf. She grabbed his arm with her own prosthetic one and turned him to face the direction from which he had apparently come.

"Nearest tube station's this way," she added, by way of explanation.



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Wulf fiddled with a handheld display for a good portion of the tube ride. It wasn't his particularly his style to snoop on other people per say, but also to do so may have aroused suspicion. He was, notably, not exactly the spitting image of an office worker or a regular fellow with a mundane occupation. The image of a busy repairman or mechanic looking over the day's work orders suited him much more than the typical middle manager. That said, to look as if he were doing something that consumed his attention while simultaneously keeping watch over a populated area and keep tabs and mental profiles was one of his particularly honed talents.

Nothing of note happened on the ride, just as there was nothing particularly of note on the news articles he read on the pad. Wulf led the way and made a fairly brisk pace towards the exit. No matter the occupation he was or pretended to be, the fear of tardiness was easy to pass as authentic. Or perhaps, it was.

"I have a feeling we don't want to be late on this one."


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"Say, Argoyle and Feinmann here yet?", Cormag nodded roughly in the direction of Mia, as he finished off her coffee. The secretary masked her annoyance well, as she responded in a calm, albeit cold manner - An interesting step up from her usual nervous fidgeting.

"They have yet to arrive. Do not let this fact restrain you from gracing Mr. Mengfu right away, however."

He smirked, as she'd tried to get rid of him. Instead of following suit he decided to linger in the floor's lobby, making himself comfortable sitting on Mia's desk.

"Aww, I don't mind keeping you company for a while. And knowing Wulf, he won't be long."

To pass the time as he waited, he removed his handgun from the holster at his right thigh, and - after unloading it of course - proceeded to disassemble it to check it's state of repair. Sadly he didn't have his Mammoth Rifle around - he had left it in his locker before going for the tatooist's shop. With that he'd have been able to litter the entirety of Mia's desk with parts and bolts.

Just as he checked the barrel for dirt, he offhandly adressed Noah, "Heh, pretty secretive about your specialisation, eh? You know. I'm gonna find out eventually."


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Noah shrugged rather exaggeratedly and answered, 'You can tell by looking at me, can't you?'

Very suddenly, Cormag's newly-tattooed Arm looked to have a Spasm which made it strike the emptied Bullets and scatter them all over the Floor.

'Are you quite all right?' Noah asked.

He could see Mia in the Corner of his Eye, and was not certain whether she were amused or horrified.



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Cormag spaced out for a moment as he examined his left hand, the fingers spread out, palm facing up. Spasms weren't quite uncommon with wired reflexes, but he'd never had one before when he was keeping his hands busy. He stared at his hand for another moment before he snapped back into motion, carefully collecting and inspecting the spilled bullets as he collected them. They appeared undamaged and safe, however he did not want to have any squib load in his magazines. He loaded the bullets back into the emptied clip and put it on Mia's desk.

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'Shall we go in and see this Mengfu Person?' Noah asked. 'I suppose he will be the one to give us the Assignment?'



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"Yes, let's all go in and see 'this Mengfu person'" came Magda's voice from the outer door of Mia's office, which had slid open at the moment Noah spoke. "I'm sure he isn't planning on holding the meeting out here."

She stopped just inside the door and gave Cormag a cursory nod of acknowledgement before eyeing up the huge man before her.

"So who might you be? Argoyle," she inclined her head briefly in the direction of Wulf, who had entered just behind her, "said there'd be a familiar face. Didn't mention anything about giant strangers though. You a member of the team, or are they designing very realistic battle droids now?"

Without waiting for an answer she reached behind her back, deftly pulled a small device from an external pocket of her pack and began scanning him.



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PostPosted: 17 Dec 2013, 22:35 
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'I've been sent to work with you, yes,' Noah answered, and he bowed rather politely, if stiffly; he would have switched the Device off or made it eject a Battery had he known better how it worked, but settled for creating as much Static as he could. 'I am not robotic, I assure you, though there is rather more Metal in me than you might expect of an ordinary Man; my Name is Noah, a Tatsu-Class Kōen Soldier. I suppose we aren't so common in your Line of Work. I'm not terribly good with Firearms, but I'm rather fond of Knives — I carry what seems to some like millions of them — though my Fists are my primary Weapon.' That was hyperbolic and misleading enough, he supposed, but he knew well enough he would have to be serious soon.

He rather wanted to add, The unusual Self-Awareness is purely for your Inconvenience, after saying what he was, but something that had best wait for when he knew them better (and he was not sure they would know that Kōen Soldiers normally were not self-aware, or at least not to the Extent that he was). Instead, Noah bowed Politely; Best not to play any Jokes on this one — she seems rather more serious than the Leprechaun he thought; God knows what she might do to me when she finds out what I am. He thought about extending his Hand, but the strange new Woman might try and scan it, or prod one of his Nerves, which, though not painful, he did not particularly like for People to do.



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While it would have been interesting to see the soon to be train crash in slow motion, Wulf had a notion that this would not quite be the best idea given the situation and the reason why they were all here. Thus, he decided that it would be most prudent to nip the potential crisis in the bud, and hopefully, prevent anything else from happening. Something about Noah did strike him as odd, though he thought nothing of it at the time. However, knowing Mengfu it was most likely that it would be these exact oddities that lead Noah to be employed here in the first place, and therefore a more thorough or useful explanation was likely forthcoming in the future.

"My name's Wulf Argoyle. It's a pleasure to meet you, but let's go ahead and get down to business." He gave a casual wave to a noticeably uncomfortable Mia and motioned the party along to the elevators. He turned to Mia again. "Where's the meeting going to be at? The usual place?"


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Mia's mood lightened up considerably when Magda and Wulf joined in. She'd appreciated the relative normality the two of them represented among the elite mercs, at least in contrast to the likes of O'Donnel. She just could never phanthom how they'd managed to work in this line of business.

"Mister Mengfu is waiting for you in his office. Go on ahead."
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As the group moved down the corridor to Mengfu's office, Cormag nudged Magda, muttering under his breath towards her.

"If you'd got time, would you mind mashing up some immuno-supressant stims after that meeting? It's just a gut feeling, but I want to be prepared in case my Augs start causing reactions again."


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