[ If one has the right connections, they might have heard whispers about Gun Slave Units. The pinnacle of cybernetic enhancement, living weapons that, together with their human marksmen, changed the course of the war. But for something so powerful and so apparently integral to victory, they vanished without a trace once the war ended. It’s easy to dismiss the sparse rumors as nothing but tall tales, spun by old war vets with heads stuffed full of decaying tech.
But if anyone were to be living proof that they once existed, the man behind the desk certainly fits the bill. ]
Don’t give me that.
[ Flatly, idly, as Juzo takes another drag of his cigarette. His head tilts in the direction of the boot now perched on his desk, though he doesn’t move to remove it. ]
You wouldn’t have come all the way down here if you didn’t think I was capable.
[ Business like Juzo’s thrives on word-of-mouth. It’s not like you can just pick a Resolver out of the phone book. ]
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But if anyone were to be living proof that they once existed, the man behind the desk certainly fits the bill. ]
Don’t give me that.
[ Flatly, idly, as Juzo takes another drag of his cigarette. His head tilts in the direction of the boot now perched on his desk, though he doesn’t move to remove it. ]
You wouldn’t have come all the way down here if you didn’t think I was capable.
[ Business like Juzo’s thrives on word-of-mouth. It’s not like you can just pick a Resolver out of the phone book. ]