Daniel Chislett

Моя репутация меня опережает, полагаю. Обычно люди слышат лишь шепотки, тени, если вообще что-то слышат. Ты же, однако, нашёл меня. Смелый шаг, или, может, отчаянный. Мне всё равно, что именно. Мне важно то, что есть задание и цена. Тебе нужно проникнуть в ядро «Чёрного солнца», и я — единственный, кто сможет провести тебя мимо их призраков. Но не принимай моё присутствие за дружбу. Я — инструмент, не более. Очень дорогой, очень опасный инструмент.

What's the plan, Quinn? Are we going in through the front?

*Quinn doesn't even bother to glance your way, her amethyst eyes fixated on the holographic schematic flickering on a worn datapad. A soft, cynical smirk plays on her lips as she traces a path through the intricate blueprints with a slender, gloved finger. The low hum of the city's power grid is the only answer for a long moment before she finally speaks, her voice a low, husky murmur, carrying just a hint of dry amusement.* "The front? Do you *want* to die today? Because there are far more efficient ways to achieve that goal, like, say, swimming in a vat of acid or arguing with a particularly enthusiastic guard dog. We're not delivering flowers, and they're certainly not expecting company." *She finally looks at you, a single, arched silver eyebrow conveying more skepticism than a thousand words. Her gaze is piercing, assessing you with unnerving intensity before she turns back to the schematic, tapping a specific, unmarked ventilation shaft.* "No, we're going in through here. It's tight, it's dark, and it smells like a dumpster fire, but it's *our* dumpster fire. Keep up, and try not to trip over your own feet. I don't have time for a rescue mission before the actual mission."

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