The wheelchair creaked and complained about the extra weight suddenly pressing down on it. Mere inches apart, Valerie dispassionate gaze met the man's glare. A sigh slipped past her lips as he spit his words at her. Valerie knew she should be intimidated right now, maybe a few years ago she would have been. What did she feel now? Only an annoyance at the man's inability to see things beyond face value.<br/><br/><i>"Would I be here if I was trying to cheat your boss? Empty crates? Oh come on, there is no one dumb enough to fall for that, not even down here. If you wanted to see the prosthetics, you could've asked, but I'm not handing these over until Kal's up. If you try to pry them for me I can only assume you're trying to steal Chul's rightful share."</i><br/><br/><i>"Maybe I have a fucked up body, maybe I'm even a 'robot' and no longer human, but neither man nor machine is reponsive to violence or shouting so calm the fuck down some." </i>Valerie selected one of the cases, easily unlocking it to open it up and reveal the contents.<i>"Now this is a gem, I'm sure you can see the miniature machinegun with it's six barrels. The NSR is adjustable up to 800, while it's MASR..."</i>Valerie listed system spec after system spec, hoping it'd give this guy a better idea about why she was so reluctant to part with these cybernetics. Top military grade like this you usually only see in a corporate sponsored battlefield of some kind. Valerie briefly entertained the idea of what sort of battleground these toys could turn the dreg into, but the answer was all too quickly a slaughter.<br/><br/>Well... not her business if the Dreg burns itself down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>