John put away his gun and returned to the corridor.
Angelica helped him swipe the elevator.
The numbers on the LCD control panel kept decreasing.
"Nicely done, John."
"Really? You treat me like a high-end mercenary, praise me to the skies, but it's still just grunt work, killing a few people, standing guard watching equipment... No difference, I thought you were an old client, turns out face recognition isn't that useful."
John worked the bolt of the gun and gave a bitter laugh.
"It's only natural the farm owner wants to test your skills. He's an impressive old man; if he weren't so shrewd, corporate mercs would've taken him out a thousand times already."
"I understand."
John wasn't that pretentious. "Just business."
The elevator carriage stopped steadily.
They returned to the overhead layer filled with cameras and patrol guards. During the conversation with the farm owner, a massive brawl had already broken out outside the urban farm.
