Marked

[Toaster]

"As long as they've got something that doesn't feel like wearing a garbage bag," Olivia mocked. With a slight sigh, she dropped her hand, allowing Moretti to continue past her. She waited a few seconds for him to leave the room and march down the narrow hallways beyond before allowing herself a deep breath. She raised a hand to her shoulder, running a finger over the cobra token attached to her suit. You'd better do your job. Then she took off herself, striding down the corridors in the opposite direction, towards the equipment storage she had spotted on her way to Moretti's quarters.

Damian hadn't been lying. Most of the gear on offer was old and thoroughly worn, bodysuits and armor covered in patches, guns so badly maintained they could serve as little more than ill-designed crowbars. The vendor looked her up and down, sizing up her measurements and turned away, digging through piles of what, even to Olivia's frugal eyes, should have been considered garbage. Miraculously, the outfit he produced, however, seemed of decent enough quality and maintenance. A reinforced vest and various other bits of armor once belonging to an LPI riot squad, steel-capped boots sourced from a DSE mining operation, and several straps and holsters to accommodate a generous variety of weapons of all shapes and sizes. He piled it all onto a table and strode off behind a tower of boxes, rummaging for further gear.

A few moments later, he returned, cradling a number of firearms and melee weapons in his arms, dumping them onto the table.

"Thanks," Olivia muttered as he silently wandered out the door to give her some privacy. The moment the door shut behind him, she walked over to the table and inspected the collection of equipment piled up onto it. Minutes later, she had stripped out of Moretti's flightsuit and donned the armor over her undersuit and slipped into the boots. To her surprise, it all fit snugly. She proceeded to strap every holster she could find to her body before taking a look at the provided armaments. A large caliber kinetic handgun, similar to her own - left behind on Ames. A modular energy rifle with variable power settings. She whistled in admiration as she read the output numbers on its energy cell. At full power, it could easy melt through several inches of steel. Then there was a range of knives and daggers, of which she slid two into the sheaths strapped to her thighs. She holstered the sidearm and attached the rifle to the magnetic plates on her vest's back, rolling her shoulders to properly distribute the new outfit's weight.

A smile played across her face as she looked down at herself. Oddly, she was excited. A criminal investigation combined with undercover work was not the sort of job she was accustomed to and she looked forward to the new experience. Satisfied with her gear and reattaching Moretti's mark to her shoulder, she strode out of the storage room, nodding curtly to the vendor leaning against a wall outside before heading towards the small canteen she had passed on her way here. She was curious to see how she would be treated by the Xenos around the hideout in her new getup.

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Olivia Sable