“Damnit Eth, do your share and help me get these two into the alley,” John snapped at Eth as he struggled with the ganger’s legs.
“I’m doing the best I can. I don’t want this suit ruined.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“That would make four you owe me,” Eth testily replied, “I’ll go with working slower.”
“Fine, let’s get the second one before shit goes South inside.”
Puddles cracked a smile listening to John and Eth bicker. Walking past Puddles, Chuck drug a wheeled tray next to the chair, placing his case on the tray he waited. Whiskers extended a paw to Red Twist in greeting.
“Are you are guinnea pig?” he said with a smile.
Doctor Mill let out a nervous laugh.
Twist grasped Whiskers paw with his red meme-tattooed augmented fist, the meme-tattoo flaring red before flames burst from the knuckles along the back of the fist, a gentle pressure before releasing.
“That is awesome!” Chuck shouted.
“That is a very nice augment,” Whiskers said.
“Custom made,” Twist growled, “I understand you have chips that may make our jobs easier.”
“I think we do,” Whiskers eagerly replied.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Puddles said, “is there a bathroom?”
A ganger with a silver augment pointed to the back of the warehouse, “Over there.”
Stepping between the gangers, Puddles made a mental note of their visible augments, and holstered guns, “I will be back in a second.”
“As I was saying,” Whiskers resumed, “we at CAH have developed several chips for testing, which is ongoing. If you are willing my technician,” pointing towards Chuck who smiled and opened the case, “will install a beta chip of your choice provided you are willing to meet with again in a month so we can gather the data.”
While Whiskers spoke, the scowl on Twist’s face turned into something resembling interest and ending with suspicion at least that is what Chuck thought, gromathi faces are so hard to read.
“Install them into them first,” Twist growled, the meme-tattoo briefly flaring.
“Into them,” Whiskers stuttered looking to Chuck. “We came prepared to…”
“Them or no deal,” Twist growled with finality.
“Can’t you accommodate Twist and his men?” Doctor Mill practically whined, looking ready to bolt. “I told him you would be ready to sell.”
Chuck stepped around the table one paw on the case, “Sell? That is a bit more than we discussed Doctor. However, we can install chips in your men and you if you would like. Our accounting department might not be happy, but our tech team,” Chuck smiled big, “will be ecstatic at all of the information.”
Doctor Mill looked at Twist. Twist put his augmented hand to his chin, the mem-tattoo flames dancing as he thought. Snapping his fingers, the three gangers stepped forward.
“Them first, then me,” Twist growled, “If nothing goes wrong we can discuss another meeting.”
Whiskers stuck his paw out, “Deal.”
Stepping into the bathroom, Puddles keyed her comm, “Are you two done bickering?”
“John?” Puddles interrupted.
“Here. What is the situation?”
“I’m in the bathroom. Twist brought three more with him. Augmented hands and heavy pistols,” Puddles said quietly while flushing the toilet.
“You weren’t kidding about the toilet,” Eth said.
“I’m in position by their bikes,” John replied, “give the go phrase if I can take him down inside.”