"Yo! Mind telling me what the big crowd is for?"
"I was told it was the LLG, they are having a party or something."
"You mean those overworked bastards? Well, you have to keep your minions happy I guess, I heard Limitless was a fucking slave driver."
"Well, if someone paid me enough to not have to worry about taxes, I would be fine being a slave."
"Still, the smell is amazing. When was the last time you had real food in Hellsgate?"
"You mean those Hardtacs? I only eat them to keep myself sane. I usually pig out when I return to the sun."
"Same, I mean, have you seen how expensive meat is here in Hellsgate?"
Such conversations were going on around the periphery of our catering area. The LLG, who all looked like dead company employees, had yet to line up. It was like they were waiting for something.
Cynthia and Addison stepped forward and explained.
