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Hey, hey, lady! Sometimes asking the obvious questions gives the most incriminating answers! Who's the detective here, again? Yeah, 'swhat I thought.

You lay down some IMPRESSIVE DETECTIVE BANTER, without much effect.

Besides, sometimes you need a motive beyond Business As Usual. Like, something you personally did? A grudge? Anything?

Basically, who would want to kill you, rather than, who would want to kill a Super, or an Emcorp employee. Option Three is pretty much every rival company, option two is, uh, most everyone, at some point or another. Option one is the only real choice that actually narrows shit down.

So you lay out some more banter, plus some incisive questioning with just a tiny hint of patronization, just like the chief taught you. You're so proud of yourself.



"Did you not get what I just said. As a Music exec, I know things. Things that some people might not want being spread around."



"And in this city - hell, in this fucking mess of a country - you don't ever need a motive other than Business As Usual. The city runs on Business As Usual."

"Everything, when you get right down to it, can be brought down to Business-As-Fucking-Usual."



She sighs, and ponders a bit.



"Fine. If we're talking why anyone would be after me specifically, I've been in contact with Keildi operatives. Specifically, we're trying to uncover something...big. I can't risk telling you any more than that."

We need SECURITY. Let's go buy some guns.

You proclaim that we need SECURITY if we are to sleep comfortably tonight, and propose that guns be bought.









"Got you covered. Keep that. You'll probably need it-"



Oh no, you meant a gun for her. You've already got your TRUSTY SERVICE REVOLVER. You call it VERA.

And why does she have a gun stored in this uncannily well-stocked motel room, anyway?



And what does she mean, you'll probably need it?



"Oh, you're a wanted man, Smith." She shoves the TOILET GUN into your hands, having in the intervening time also changed into her MUSIC-THEMED PJS. She pushes past you to the bed. "Good night."



She crawls into bed, suggesting in a very definite way that 1) the interview is over, and 2) if you so much as try to climb into these sheets, so help her she will stab you to death and then beyond.





click

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You are now LAVENDER DEVIN. You are lying in wreckage and a pool of what appears to be melting ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM. You know this even though your eyes are tightly shut. The reason you know is why you're keeping them that way.





"It didn't go so well?" Montgomerine's voice is not welcome. At all. But at least that means that ice-cream man went and scarpered.

"Shut the fuck up, Manwood. What're you doing out of your office anyhow?"



"Just checking up on the job - on that note, Rockenzie survived."



"Fuck you. Where're my glasses."



"Somewhere. The Redria cavalry will be here soon, Lavender. You need to be gone when they get here."