The blast doors sigh open, and the red light catches on mirrored fabric and chrome trim. A sleek Fixer steps in like he owns the room, two silent drones gliding at his shoulders.
The Agent backs off at once, chin dipping, hands lowering. The guards stay down. The Wetware Engineer watches from Clint's side, still as a blade.
The Fixer
Easy. I am not here for a body count. I am here for the module.
The Agent
Sir, the asset is in his hands. The situation turned.
The Fixer
Yes, I can see that. And I can see who is still standing.
His calm smile never reaches his eyes as he studies Clint, then the bio-heart module, then the sparking wreckage around the floor. The drones hover, lenses steady, waiting for a command that has not come yet.
✓ Quest Accepted
Survive the Fixer's offer or lockdown
“I drain the power from the drones, and I lunch it at the Fixer”
SUCCESS (Mediocre electrokinesis, rolled +1)
Clint snaps his cybernetic hand open. The drones shudder midair as their charge peels away in a hiss of static, cables around the floor twitching toward him.
The stolen power slams out in a white-blue lash and catches the Fixer across the chest, throwing his polished calm into a violent stagger.
The Fixer
So, you can do that. Noted.
One drone drops dead into Clint's side of the room, smoking. The other keeps enough charge to wobble back online, its lenses flickering wild.
The Agent
Sir, we should leave now.
The Fixer
No. Lock the sector. If I cannot buy the module, nobody moves until I decide who breathes.
A bulkhead light turns amber. Somewhere beyond the room, heavy seals start to descend with a grinding roar.
Quest Complete
Survive the Fixer's offer or lockdown
Skill Upgrade: electrokinesis Mediocre→Fair