She kind of demonstratively embraces me, together with the three kisses on the cheeks procedure. Usually I’d have appreciated this more, as she is an attactive young woman, but suspicious people armed with automatic rifles around me dampen that kind of thought. „Whar are you doing here?“ she is whispering into my ear. „I am working for a third party which is watching you and me.“ She fowns, but loudly suggests that bith Fatma and I should get looting to use the reinforcements HQ has sent best.

She puts herself on a stool next to me. „Whom are you working for?“ - „I don’t actually know“, which causes her to make a puzzled face „How come?“

P: I met them only once. At that time I was suffering from radiation sickness and thought my life was over. They used some kind of memory altering substance or technique. I cannot remember the man I met.

L: Unless you want to propose a fourth faction we will have to asumme that it is the cabal.

P: The Cabal?

L: Werewolves, vampires, cylopes, brownies, centaurs, nixies …

P: I guess that should not surprise me anymore.

L: The EOA guys are an excellent source of information.

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I have to stop to put on chemical safety gloves. I am to loot monster newts, which are poisonous to the touch.

P: They are tracing me, but they led me here, so they must know of your activity.

L: That worries me, but our activity here will soon come to an end anyway.

P: Why?

L: We are going back to intrusion zones being intercepted early enough so that we don’t get at monsters anymore.

P: We are iron rank at best. If they wanted to harm or stop you, they definititely could.

L: Yes, they want us to know that they don’t mean us ill. But that is no reason to send you.

P: Do they want you to succeed?

L: No offense, but Fatma is as good at looting as you. We need luck to get a hit.

P: I think I understand it. I am carrying a lot of healing potions.

L: Right. That actually makes sense.

P: What are you selling it for?

L: In the best case - grid access. If not that – money and information

P: OK, I think my bosses want to solve multiple issues here. If they just wanted you to have the potions they could have sent you a written offer.

L: It is probably a warning.

P: Sorry.

L: Not your fault. In fact, getting a warning in time is preferrable to angry visitors after the fact.

P: Good that you take this so cool.

L: It is not so much aimed at me. It is a warning to Fatmas family not to overplay their cards probybly.

P: In that case I think I better actually sell to her.

L: Yes

P: But you are willing to give me details about the cabal.

L: Why don’t you ask on the official channels?

P: Well, I am kind of a deserter.

At her core Lisa will always be an anarchist with a great sense of humour.