[x] Plan Permafrost (sell Swoler Power, get the Leidenfrost back)
[X] Stay cool, stay humble, maybe bring up sparring.
"I'll try not to make too many waves," you say. "I'm still new at this."
"Hope you're not another Razor!"
"Oh god, Turbine," Ember says, massaging her temples, "don't bring her up."
Probably best not to push it. "Well, I've told you the good bits from my first job. How about yours?"
"Me first! Okay, there are these two companies, and the guys we like are worried the other ones will win this big contract. They have this big prototype they just finished, and our friends want me to sabotage it before it gets presented. Now, they tell me about this like an hour in advance, and traffic is just godawful. I finally get to the building five minutes late, and guess what? It's already on fire. Some PhDick screwed up without me."
"And you just turned around and left?"
"Nah, I was gonna do that, but then I thought they wouldn't pay up if it didn't look like I did anything, so I chucked a couple propane tanks in a window, with a few sparks to ignite them, and hoofed it. Cops ended up calling it insurance fraud."
Ember is next. "So, I got roped in on a bigger job. I ended up climbing to the top of a broadcast tower to disable it. This security gargoyle is waiting for me. We fight, I kick him off the edge and look down, and so there he is, in midair, still on fire, with his tiny little wings flapping as hard as they can and doing jack shit to slow him down. It was fucking hilarious."
You look over at Hare. "I spent a weekend beating up carnies who didn't pay protection money." He shrugs. "They can't all be winners."
Weld orders another round, this time shot glasses of something viscous with a reddish sheen.
"By the way, any of you guys want to spar sometime? I'm sort of," you gesture at your self, "literally built to do that."
"I know
that feeling," Ember says. "Personally I sometimes get this urge to sit in a box and sinter car frames all day. It'll get less intense over time."
Turbine shakily lurches to her feet, and electricity starts crackling across her fingers. She says "You wanna go-owwww" as Hare grabs her by the ear. "Not here, and not while you're drunk."
The conversation moves into a less business-focused direction from there. You soon discover that you've missed out on a lot of pop culture, having been too preoccupied to spend any time on yourself. You leave the bar with a pile of recommendations for music, movies, books, and games - and for once, actually drop into your charging pod without feeling emotionally drained.
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The next day, you decide to consider your next move. You could jump on one of Weld's targets now, but they'll keep a while if you have something else you want to do.
=Status updates=
Ingram Mechaniloids announces production of new 'bare bones' variant of their popular M-501 model. The dramatically reduced price point makes swarms of this mechaniloid affordable, allowing highly scalable prospecting, insect population monitoring, and more.
They still haven't paid up.
Combine Badger still hasn't been seen in public, but seismographs indicate a large number of underground explosions from her farm.
Jaff has defeated the dreaded C-class maverick Pugil Pink, and obtained that rarest of weapons, the beam pugil stick. So yeah, he isn't any more of a threat now than he was.
Weld has sent you a message about a new target as well.
Laser Ferret is smuggling weapons out of an abandoned drilling rig just a few miles offshore. It seems he thinks that international waters are a free-for-all where anyone can set up shop. Take his operation out.
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