"That depends on what it does. And what your offering in exchange of course. I have a few things I could use that you could help me to obtain."
The agent appeared frustrated, although not in a way that suggested anger. He seems to be trying to decide just how much information to give you.
"The fluid is, to keep it short, genetic material from the Nervo--they are a sort of organism that played a massive role in the great war that changed the world forever. They could be aliens, or they could be genetically engineered animals, but we believe them to be the latter due to their similarities to Earth biology.
The sample is useless to you, but if you have a laboratory like we do, there are a lot of things you could find out."Your society isn't too advanced in the field of bio-engineering. In fact, there most likely isn't a single genetics lab in all of Hadria Coral.
"What sort of things could we help you obtain?" - Well, no. I was happy to live in Rapture without ever leaving it. I see that you are pointing that I shouldn't even ask to smoke in the first place. So please, disregard that request I made.
Henry tries to set himself in that chair in a comfortable position and then tries to take a nap.
"I don't have a thing against smoking,"
The fellow takes a pack of cigarettes out of his bag, shows it to you, and puts it back.
"But inside this vessel the smoke will accumulate. Rapture's air-scrubbing technology isn't applicable to a vehicle like this."
You nod and sit back to take a nap.
...
You awake to the cabin shaking violently.
"Slight turbulence, please stay in your seats."On the wall-mounted viewscreens, you observe a pristine cloudscape, completely unlike what you always viewed the surface as. In fact, when you first heard of the Skylanders, you could not imagine how anyone could live up here, but it
somewhat makes sense to you. How the skytower's foundations are maintained, however, remains a question you've yet to find the answer to.
All of this, of course, is irrelevant if the viewscreens are there to fool you. Maybe the cloudscape truly is a nightmarish sea of cyan-tinted clouds and poisonous vapors rising out of the abyss. You half-expect the skylanders you meet to be gasmask-wearing mutants.
You look around, expecting others to be relatively panicked at the turbulence. The young man sitting next to you seems completely unfazed by the event, however.
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