A nameless Merc by the name of Reaver is hired by a secret organisation. After a few events unfold within the facility the lone Mercenary finds himself in an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar residents
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Assistant:"Your Company recommended you and five others men very highly Mr..., uh?" -The formally dressed woman asks flipping through my files-
Reaver:"Reaver..., just call me Reaver" -I bluntly respond-
-She smiles warmly at me-
Assistant:"Well uh.., Mr. Reaver we here at Cosmolabs would love to hire you and your services!" -She happily says-
-I sit boredly on the chair staring back at the woman-
Reaver:"Yeah great..., how much?" -I ask bluntly leaning over the table-
-She smiles warmly at me-
Assistant:"How does five thousand dollars upfront sound?" -The well dressed woman asks placing a briefcase on the table infront of me-
-I sit up slightly watching the briefcase intently through my mask holes-
Reaver:"That's what I like to see" -I chuckle out rubbing my hands together-
-She suddenly pulls the briefcase back pulling out a pen and some paper-
-A scowl formed on my face as the metal case disappears back behind the desk-
Assistant:"BUT first!, You must sign this wavier of terms and conditions, by agreeing to this you accept them all" -She says pushing the paper infront of me-
Assistant:"Company policy..., of course" -The woman shrugs-
Reaver:"Yeah..., yeah..., I've heard that about a million times now"
-Taking the pen I lean foward hovering over the signature-
Assistant:"Aren't you going to read it sir?" -She asks raising an eyebrow-
-Glancing up at her I shake my head-
Reaver:"I'm payed to not ask questions and do as instructed as long as you keep the money flowing" -I say boredly-
-She tilts her head-
Assistant:"You are okay with the possibility of death or dismemberment?" -The woman smiles looking surprised-
