For a brief while, everyone began asking questions, introducing themselves to one another, or just laughing maniacally at the top of their lungs. It was almost difficult for the agents to process the noise, Rutabaga most of all - aside from anything else, the cloaked girl questioning him at a rapid-fire pace had poked a hole in the side of his drink, and was quickly draining his patience. About the time of her “you tuber” pun, he began sucking the liquid out of his juice box as though he were sucking the life out of it, crushing it in his hand once it was empty and dropping it with a mildly violent unclenching of his fist.

One would imagine that the untimely reveal of Asterisk Hash’s presence all along would be soothing to the dark-skinned man. Somehow, it only made him angrier. ‘Nice to see you still value your ability to sneak around, [i]Hash,[/i]’ he spat through gritted teeth. ‘How about [i]next,[/i] you work on your ability to attend meetings like a [i]normal human being?[/i] Even the [i]ghost[/i] managed that, barely.’

‘To answer Abigail’s question, there will be others around town to help upgrade your arsenal and skillset,’ Mister Person called to the crowd when he got the chance to speak without interrupting anybody. ‘Santa Destroy has always been a hub for suppliers of all sorts. I’m sure you can look around and eventually find what you have in mind. As for your other questions, you will be sent a list pertaining to your new ranks tomorrow, along with some starting funds to help you purchase equipment to assist your rise upward.'

'Wait- wait a minute, what the [i]hell[/i] do you mean, "starting funds"?' Rutabaga asked, yet more anger slipping him into a sort of half-yell.

'You don't want to leave them unfunded, do you?' Mister Person asked quite calmly. 'It's only fair that they receive payment for this matter. I'll chip in, Zzyxx will chip in, we've both agreed that this-'

‘You motherFUCKERS!’ Rubert finally exploded, fists cracking the surface of the bar as they slammed into it before he stood to confront his fellow agents. ‘Do you really think you can just OFFER these people money for free?! That's not how-’ For a moment, it appeared as though he intended to continue his rant, but after a couple of moments of angry gesticulation and undecipherable guttural noises, he finally just stared at his feet and slammed one fist into the bar again, this time severely denting the wood under it.

‘You will officially receive your ranks and some starting funds by tomorrow morning,’ he scowled, loudly announcing the information to the bar. ‘If you’re ranked immediately below members of your own team or others, you may skip their ranks until you find somebody to fight who isn’t in on this scheme, if any such people still exist above you; you may also fight members of other teams early if you so choose, but you WILL receive this Rutabaga’s FOOT up your ASS if you try and fuck over your own team members. Your pay is shared based on what you earn from your work, and you have to push up to the top to get the full benefits of this plan. We’re just putting you in the right place to do so - within the top 200, if it matters.’

‘I think, then, that this… [i]concludes[/i] our meeting,’ Zzyxx intoned, throwing his hat off of his head all over again. It [i]usually[/i] does when Agent Rubert loses his temper.’

‘...I am going home now.’ The agent stormed out, tossing some money on to the counter to pay for damages; taking that as his cue, Zzyxx promptly posed one last time before vanishing in a spray of blood and shadows. Mister Person took one last drag of his cigar before stubbing it out on the damaged countertop, snatching up Zzyxx’s hat with what could almost have been mistaken for a chuckle before he stepped out himself. It seemed the meeting was over, and people could take their leave at their leisure.

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Alright, folks, that's it for the meeting. I'd suggest having your characters depart, or not, in whatever fashion is best suited for them, and then skipping to the next day, ready to take on whatever task is suitable - a job, some shopping, some minor assassination missions, the possibilities are endless! Or they can at least be repeated over and over. Badum tshh.
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