"Son of a bitch!" I cursed as I kicked at the corpse's face.
Annoyed beyond reason to how much damage this fucker had caused, but still couldn't help but sigh. If something like this were to show up more and more, I'll end up losing this round. I wonder how everyone else had made it through.
The merchant gave me a hefty amount of points, to which I was slightly thankful. After all, the look of annoyance on his face was rewarding enough.
He was not a friend nor foe, but a business man. And I wasn't buying what I 'should' from him. As I was personally upgrading my turrets.
"Can you repair the damaged turrets?" I asked.
"You want them repaired to the state they were in?" the merchant asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"But you modified them…"
"Does that mean that you can't repair them?" I asked.
