[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/kSqkSXx/image.png[/img][h2][color=purple]Michael Ongi[/color][/h2][h3][color=purple]TK Group Office[/color][/h3][/center][hr] 
As they were briefed, Michael couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the whole thing. Indeed, this seemed to be one of the shadier jobs Michael had signed up for, especially if they essentially have to destroy their evidence of meddling after their job is complete. At the same time, Michael thought less of the potential moral or legal repercussions of this job. He had already spent enough time thinking about those semantics and all they did was sink him deeper into debt. If one wants to make money, they'll have to get their hands dirty, after all.

However, one other thing mentioned by the woman briefing them caught Michael's attention.

"[color=purple]What's up with this thing's armor?[/color]" Michael asked, scrutinizing the photo they were given of [i]The Duke.[/i] "[color=purple]I get that the details are on a need-to-know basis and all, and I'm not the type to really care about any of the science behind it, but if you can tell us anything else about it, namely how tough it would be to cut through, it'd make my job easier. I need to know how I'm going to have to cut through it if we'll be injecting it, after all.[/color]"

Whether his question was answered or not, Michael worked on signing the contract. He took his time reading through the details, but not so much as to seem suspicious or difficult to work with to these sorts of people. Michael was used to searching for key words for these sorts of things by now, and his mental enhancements helped find them faster. Once all that paperwork was done, Michael reached for one of the other injectors, agreeing with Da-Xia's suggestion without argument. Out of them all, it seemed like Michael would be the one most likely to stab the thing effectively and accurately. Still, there was a bit of reluctance being held responsible for such a dangerous duty, but Michael tried his best to push those worries to the back of his mind.

Walking into the elevator, Michael took a deep breath as he began to put his poker face on.