[Joel is checking his knife, testing the blade to make sure that the monster's acid blood hadn't ruined the edge when Jayden tells him what he's after. He nicks himself, and swears a little under his breath as he stows the knife away, making damn well sure nothing shows on his face as he turns back to the other man. This can't be a coincidence. Something must have tipped off both the Khans and his client, and now they're both racing to get at the prize. A couple of fucking bottles of booze.
In the part of him that is dead and ruthless and doesn't give a damn about anything or anyone, he half considers just shooting Jayden outright and going off to finish the mission. Nothing personal, but a job was a job, and what would be one more corpse in some old vault? But... Joel isn't that person anymore, not quite. And Jayden's focus on accessing the Overseer's office-- what if he had more information about finding the target? The bottles first.... and then Joel would see how this plays out.]
...Alright. Fine.
[He releases a low breath, and rolls his shoulders.]
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In the part of him that is dead and ruthless and doesn't give a damn about anything or anyone, he half considers just shooting Jayden outright and going off to finish the mission. Nothing personal, but a job was a job, and what would be one more corpse in some old vault? But... Joel isn't that person anymore, not quite. And Jayden's focus on accessing the Overseer's office-- what if he had more information about finding the target? The bottles first.... and then Joel would see how this plays out.]
...Alright. Fine.
[He releases a low breath, and rolls his shoulders.]
So where to next? The labs?