Story Reader / Affection / Vera: Rozen / Story
Meet me tomorrow. The current time. C-Labs. F23-C04.
Should you go... Or not?
You were only masticating Vera's words, but before you knew it, you already found yourself before the lab block entrance.
You arrive at the designated lab. The "In Use" sign on the door is alight, a jarring sight in this barren building. You are about to enter, when someone suddenly muffles your mouth.
Shh.
It is Vera. Her face takes up the entirety of your vision. She pulls you inside, and you hear low conversations under the dim light of the lab.
This the last batch?
They be clamping down on this stuff, mate. Went through many hoops for 'em.
Tch—shut the hell up. If we get found, I'm shoving you out.
Why else would I be here?
Welp. This'll be the last batch for a while to come.
All thanks to them council people, it's been getting harder and harder to acquire this stuff. And the price's more than doubled.
Wow. Your bosses have so much time on their butts. They're sticking their noses into this?
These two pieces of trash too. They're quitting just because of some lil' government restriction?
Can't be helped, I guess... Give me all that you have right now.
There's still more inside. I'll go grab 'em.
The footsteps grow louder and closer.
Chill. I've got something. They won't find me.
Duh? I can hear. Don't worry, though. I've got something. They won't find me.
Vera blinks at you in the dark before sliding her gaze outward. Her hands on you tighten up, and you tense up as well, as if infected by Vera.
Huh... Should be here...
Ah, right. Down here.
The footsteps grow, but pause around a meter before where you and Vera are hiding. You feel momentary relief from not being found out.
Ready?
Vera's musky whisper tickles your ear. Before you even manage to register that word, you were already forcefully shoved out.
You crash into the smuggler. He seems to be quite taken aback and is fumbling like a drunkard. The medication vials scatter to the floor.
The hell?! Where'd you come from?! Wait, no! Catch this clown!
The man before you yelps hysterically. The other smuggler, finally realizing the situation, quickly aims his weapon at you.
What? What's happening? Hey!
Two deathly muzzles—silenced—point over at you.
Hey, get back here you lil shit!
W-wait!
You run like mad. When you finally realize that the two smugglers are no longer on your trail, you raggedly jog to a halt. Hands on your knees, you fill your lungs with gulps of air to the drumming of your heart.
...
Not bad. You're pretty useful. Bringing you was the right choice.
...The same place yesterday. The same streetlamp. Same Vera.
Thanks to your valiant effort, the juice is all mine. Now we're even.
You didn't forget about yesterday already, didn't you? Those anesthetics don't come cheap. I've even given you a discount.
Vera is wiggling the vial in her hands. She seems to be in a good mood.
Well, then. This is mine, so. Buh-bye. I had fun on our little date.
You fish out the medication vial from your pocket. Vera's expression turns into one of amazement.
You...
Okay. Guess I've underestimated you. Name a price.
That thing on your hand. Sell it to me.
You what?
I'm not the patient sort. I'll give you another chance. Name a price, or I'm wrenching it out of your hand.
I don't care what you think! Gimme that!
You heard 'em, yeah? This thing's getting clamped. Doesn't hurt to stock up.
Whatever. I don't care what you think! Gimme that!
Then name a price.
You lil' pecker face... You are turning into bird meat right this instant! Minced, then fried in a hot pan of regrets!
I don't care what you think! Gimme that!
Vera takes on an offensive stance. She will undoubtedly feel no remorse for robbing you blind.
Is that so?
...Oh whatever. What point is it trifling with a mere human.
And it's only one vial. Not even enough for a party. You can have it all for yourself.
Tch, you're such a weirdo.
But. I guess being weird has its own charms.
I guess I don't dislike the you right now. So, keep it up, "Commandant."
