They thought us blind to the world beneath us. We know they exist, the demons in the dark. Sinners who died and are now cursed to live in perpetual torment. We just didn't expect it to be this... ridiculous.
"What do you mean you bought 5 ballistic missiles and I don't care that they are short range. They are still ballistic missiles. I don't want to be part of the global nuclear arms race!"
"You know, when I think of my men, or rather this entire PMC in general. I think of the biggest collection of adult children with guns. How did we even reach the leaderboard for dangerous militaries in the world I'll never know. How did we last over 1000 years?!"
"Stella, I know you want me to beat up your husband for cheating on you without asking you to join but I can't exactly do that when I'm under contract policing the city under his jurisdiction."
"I sold something to the devil to have access to the ability of teleportation over long distances. A company staple. I really should have left well enough alone because Hell is frankly ridiculous and a joke while still being dangerous. God kill me. Actually, don't. I'll just end up back here. Fuck, the Wyrm Shard is acting up.
"Hey, Blitzo, I know we never seen eye to eye what with my company being bigger than yours and what not. Whatever, point is, I actually need you to kill somebody because we can't."
"Why exactly you bag head! I swear, I'll never understand why Stolas and Stella hadn't killed you and your company off yet."
"Alright one, rude. Two, transactional "bedding" and therapy, you were there. Three, Appalachia killing the target may or may not start a global conflict so yeah. Wanna kill some dude? I promise a new vehicle for your company and a nice payday."
"Done!"