Rolando was worried about what he'd find up ahead. He didn't necessarily like the drug dealers, nor did he have any relationship with them personally. He was mainly worried this would negatively effect the mercenary companies reputation which felt silly to worry about in the wake of being attacked by a group of men and having to steal one of their trucks to even make the meeting. If anything showing up showed they were extremely reliable if only slightly late.
What he and Rem saw upon arrival was surprising. The deal was going down as usual, and the people who sold drugs didn't actually sell drugs at all. Rolando and Rem had assumed they were selling drugs based on their shady practices, but it appeared like they were genetic parts. Rolando could see all sorts of pieces of bodies in blue fluid.
"What in the world?"
"Yeah I'm lost, not only is the deal going down like we never got sidelined, they are selling pieces of people, that's kind of screwed up. Therod we have a problem."
"You have more than one, the mercs from before have got themselves an APC and they are moving in on you."
"Well blow it up for us what good are you?"
"Better armor then these guns can crack."
"Super, what do you want us to do to it?"
"Figure out what they want, and figure out why our employers screwed us over."
"Oh is that all? Sure me and Rem got that no issue." Rem laughed, and Rolando rolled his eyes.
"That was more for Carut than you two, what I need you two to do is what you do best."
"Comment like assholes?"
"Blow shit up."
"Roger that." Rolando smiled as did Rem, they did at least blow shit up kind of good, much to previous employers chagrin.
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