Welcome to Academy City. The time is evening, the weather is strained, and the date is January 25.

You are Kyril Torikov, Level 3 telekinetic ‘business owner’ and you were sitting in your office. Your top was splayed out on your desk as your wounds were tended to by Asuka. Around you, your guards did their best to clean the room. They did their best to ignore the crisscrossing scars about your torso and your obvious prosthetics. Not that the state of the room had any of them less nervous. You had gouged out parts of the wall, floors, and ceiling in your scuffle against the Guild’s rep. Neither of you emerged unscathed but as you were still present you counted it as a win, sort of. You had never fought a teleporter before, and they had been going easy on you.

This brief lull gave you time to contemplate your next move. Your mission was still to secure the district. The Guild’s decision to try and get rid of the competition certainly wasn’t helping. While you were hoping to deal with them later, it looked like you couldn’t ignore them for much longer. There were many solutions to the problem. First among them was to handle this yourself. The Guild, along with the rest of the district, needed to know you were not one to fuck with. On the other hand, Etzali owed you a favour. With his experience as a gang leader and esoteric Code M skills, he would be the perfect infiltrator to do what was necessary. Nayuta, as ever, remained a last resort. There was no need to go crying to her just yet when all you needed to do was put on the mask and become VERDICT. So really it was just two options.

>Get even with the Guild personally
>Call in the favour Etzali owed you
>Go crying to Nayuta like a bitch

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