LWB-Synth Foods meeting

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Hannah Hyane sat at a table not far from the other LWBs looking quite bored. She had lain her Dauman Devastator nearly on the table and had taken to relaxing her head on her palm while the farmers waited for the conglomerate delegates to enter the room. The LWB had a moderate stockpile of light arms, seeing as Dauman's convoys weren't often far off, but the need to bring many of them wasn't found. That seemed now to be a mistake.

"Eva," Hannah started, breathing a little heavily, "This seems just too convenient for the Liberty. We have been waiting here for half a week now, and our hosts have been generous, yes, but how long can we really expect them to be so generous?"

Hannah stood up, her side arm making a thapping noise against her thigh, "And what about the hostages? The men here have been most agreeable about their housing, but, again, for how long?" She now grabbed the devastator, and clutched the barrel firmly, "They aren't coming, Eva! Now we're stuck between a rock and a hard place! Now we have these men and what do we do? We cannot keep them. We cannot expect the spa managers to keep them. We cannot be butchers!"

She walked back to the table, still breathing hardly while clutching the rifle, "The managers are going to call the RFP if we stay much longer. Synth was never going to show up. This was just a plan to free their people without actually doing anything. Villainous swine!"

Regaining control of herself, Hannah retook her place at the table, still holding the gun, "What do we do, Eva? We cannot just wait forever. We need to do something."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.