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What? That was the answer? Just let the two Peis go at each other? Wow, he had thought that the Vulploid had a few screws loose before, what with deciding to hire a killbot and a walking allergen-spreader, but man, that wasn't a satisfying solution at all. He didn't have the time or the interest to watch two Vulploids go at it in hand-to-hand combat, after all. If he did, Brent would have just found some snuff film on BlackTube and watched that.
Also, such a solution wasn't profitable in any way at all.
Scratching the back of his neck, and not at all alarmed at the fact that they were instantly thrust into a mission due to the fact that their glorious captain had decided to host a job fair just a few hours before the mission actually began, the brunette accepted the earbud, shoved it in, and simply leaned beside the air ventilation shaft stylishly, recycled wind tousling his hair. Everything that he every needed was already underneath his coats, after all, and travelling well-armed was always good. Looked like the killbot didn't have much in the way of luggage as well, so, ultimately, he just enjoyed shooting the breeze and only sneezing occasionally.
The mission details were fairly straight-forward, just a smash-and-grab, really, with the added bonus of going fuck-you to the entire space station. Pulling out his trusty Ares Matter Blaster, Brent gave it a quick once-over, before saying, "Well, I'm a pretty smart, sneaky guy, if I do say so myself, but yeah…if the plant thing's doing hacking stuff, I'll blow shit up. Who's the –achooo- 'ployer anyways? Another mysterious representative from some unknown organization? A rival space station? Or one of those crazies with too much time and money on their hands?"
Also, such a solution wasn't profitable in any way at all.
Scratching the back of his neck, and not at all alarmed at the fact that they were instantly thrust into a mission due to the fact that their glorious captain had decided to host a job fair just a few hours before the mission actually began, the brunette accepted the earbud, shoved it in, and simply leaned beside the air ventilation shaft stylishly, recycled wind tousling his hair. Everything that he every needed was already underneath his coats, after all, and travelling well-armed was always good. Looked like the killbot didn't have much in the way of luggage as well, so, ultimately, he just enjoyed shooting the breeze and only sneezing occasionally.
The mission details were fairly straight-forward, just a smash-and-grab, really, with the added bonus of going fuck-you to the entire space station. Pulling out his trusty Ares Matter Blaster, Brent gave it a quick once-over, before saying, "Well, I'm a pretty smart, sneaky guy, if I do say so myself, but yeah…if the plant thing's doing hacking stuff, I'll blow shit up. Who's the –achooo- 'ployer anyways? Another mysterious representative from some unknown organization? A rival space station? Or one of those crazies with too much time and money on their hands?"