???: Even if you do get away, we'll be right back, you can either surrender, or have your boss arrested, those files are as good as published to the internet!
*The units took mild damage, but nothing serious.*
???: Huh, when I heard her career was going to be worse than a terrorist attack in an oversized oil rig, I thought it was just a joke.
*Another one shoots a tranq dart at a hard to reach space on her back, she starts to feel tired.*
???: Surrender now or you will be shot! That is an order!
???: It's better than just killing you outright. Look, JcJenson lost, we won, now just surrender and that'll be it, we'll start evacuation first thing Monday morning.
*A unit kicks her down, and puts their gun barrel on the back of her head, another kicks the grenade away.*
???: Game's over!
*A third unit puts her in cuffs, and drags her to a cruiser*
Then you'll perish like the Disassembly Drones the company sent out: With a 52 inch Fire axe lodged in your forehead and dismembered.
*I fire a few more rounds*
Okay, not dismembered, just the fire axe, but do you have ANY idea what risks you're running?
*I roll across the ground, but get up pretty fast.*
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I knew it, you're just a merc, dressed as an FBI agent. Cam was right about your kind: You don't know when to stop, you never know, all you know is to kill and get the money. That's what this is all about huh? The money?
*I exhale.*
Nah, I've fought just about everything, and I know my limits.
*I silently move to a different position*
Is money really worth the possible MILLIONS of INNOCENT SOULS that'll die within the next week? I'll give you the answer: It's not.
