"This dump of a place like Dogtown actually has children, and even a Sports Academy for children, and you-"
Mr. Hands had white hair and a carefully groomed beard. His red suit was formal yet stylish, neither flamboyant like the new generation nor stuffy like the old. It was classic without being outdated.
Both arms were hidden in long sleeves, and the ten fingers made of precious metals gleamed under the lights.
Across from him stood an Arasaka Ninja.
This was no ordinary Ninja. He spoke clearly and logically, and all his Cyberware was concealed beneath a black Special Ninja Combat Suit. Cyber-Eye, radar, Military Scanner-
The effectiveness of all their observation equipment would be greatly diminished against him.
Just like the legends said, they came and went without a trace. Even if your eyes were biological, all you could see was the black combat suit. No one knew what Cyberware, equipment, or weapons were beneath it.
This was no ordinary Arasaka Ninja. He was one of the Suicide Squad from Arasaka's legends.
"You'll be rewarded. The company greatly appreciates your cooperation. You can continue working here. As for your old employer, once this is over, none of that will matter."
Hands said nothing, silently thinking of many things:
The other man had brought up children for a reason. He had a child of his own.
Clearly, although Hands thought he had hidden it well, the news had already gotten out somehow.
If other children had to be sacrificed for his child, then so be it. That was how this world worked-
Even if you wanted to repent and buy an indulgence, you needed money first.
"I-"
Hands raised his head, only to find that the Ninja had already left.
He rubbed his brow, his heart heavy:
He wasn't a