Story Reader / Affection / Vera: Rozen / Story
Oh, Commandant. Good afternoon. Is something the matter?
Oh—yup. Today's Thursday after all.
It's okay, Commandant. You should take a rest. I can handle the supplies.
Huh...? But, that's part of my duties...
W-was I messing it up before...? Did I do something wrong?
After an eternity, you finally convince Liv that you just want to help out, and that it is not an issue on her end.
...Then, I'll leave it to you, Commandant.
I don't know what drove you to do this, Commandant... But thanks!
Learning from before, you pick up the military supplies without a hitch this time. You quickly scan the hall afterward.
...And you find her. Vera is in that same corner again, but this time, she seems to be conversing with a different person.
Vera's thin lips move. The man in front of her deflates visibly, just like the last. He hands her a... medication vial?
...
...And here I was. Trying to pretend I didn't see you.
The man pauses and speaks something to Vera. She sighs.
C'mere.
Hello? Do you need a new pair of ears?
Vera extends her hand and gestures, as if beckoning a small animal toward her. You are still unsure if she is referring to you, but you walk over anyway.
She then points at you, saying something inaudible to the man. The man nods and hands a black trunk to Vera.
...Yep, [player name].
The man, likely some supplier, writes something down on a notebook.
You see some nigh-unintelligible scribbles... and some unfamiliar words, and... your name...?
You tell yourself not to look, but you still accidentally catch several unfamiliar words on the pages.
Alrighty.
Vera hums in delight. She grabs your arm before you could even react, then drags you outside.
Nothing.
Just used your name for a little trade. That's all.
Exactly what you think it is. Smuggling medical supplies. How's that sound? Want a piece, "pardner?"
'Course I know it's illegal. Now that you're in on this, try saying no. You'll find yourself in the gutters in the morning.
Uh-huh. Now that you know. You only have one option left.
Just smuggling some medical supplies. Not much of a big deal. How's that sound? Want a piece, "pardner?"
Too late. We're already a couple of criminals.
Uh-huh. Now that you know. You only have one option left.
But, well. Thanks to your rep, the guy bowed down and agreed to a lower price.
Now that we're on the same boat though, I don't mind tellin' you a little something more.
All the better to complete missions with, dear.
On the battlefield, I'm always the last one standing.
I don't expect the other mongrels to be at my level. So to stop them from dragging me down, I'll have to make preparations.
If I can just stroll into meds and grab these juicers, I won't be doing this.
What are you? Just naive? Or dumb?
No. Just messin' with you.
Pah. Truth is, you're one annoying wimp. What I'm doing is none of your business.
Didn't I tell you to stop poking your nose into things?
And even so, you're still sniffing around my personal life. You might need a better whipping, "Commandant."
Go ahead, try bothering me again. But don't come crying because of what I'll do to you.
The red-haired vixen gloats at the expression you make.
What a face you pull! The Gray Ravens should get a picture of this and hang it over at their base.
Anyways, what happened here, stays here. Cerberus has nothing to fear. You though, might want to watch out.
