Well… Seems like we got hired to help him fight off some corporation's elite assassin squad or whatever they are to buy time for the files to be sent.
I checked that my shotgun was properly loaded and adjusted my position behind the fallen shelf, waiting for the assassins to appear.
"All that money he syphoned and he didn't even bother getting some automated defences for himself. Stupid," Amber grumbled, also checking on her pistols beside me.
I silently agreed with her.
Like seriously… You already know that what you're doing would be pissing off someone who would have no qualms about killing you if they knew what you were doing and the only defence you have is just a hidden door. Really?
I'd think even the previous gangs I had to deal with had better security than this…
The only good thing he had was his choice of base location because he had set up shop in the computer room of what used to be a storage warehouse but had since been abandoned.
