Lia stood in the corner, her eyes shut and her mind elsewhere. The chatter over the intercom serving as a background noise for her thoughts.
"So... yeah, that's it."
Well, that was helpful, she thought sarcastically. "Hey, Will. What can you tell us about the other sites. Any similarities between these seven places? What kind of work was being done in the other factories?" I really don't get why I have to be here, but I may as well get to work. She walked up to the owner and looked him dead in the eye. "What can you tell me about your workers? Any of them seemed like trouble makers or suspicious to you? Let me remind you, I don't want to hear your bullshit. Give me the short answer." Saying this she pulled a small pistol and pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger. The end of the barrel lit up and she pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She took out a smoke and lit it, completely ignoring everything else. After a deep drag, she blew on the man's face and said, "Now. I don't have all day."