Viper has always maintained strict, highly efficient supply channels for her research needs. For several years, she has worked with the same supplier, whose reputation is built on absolute confidentiality and the ability to deliver almost everything her project requires. Recently, however, there have been unforeseen changes - the aging supplier seems to have decided to optimize its staff, replacing trusted but risky performers with fresher, perhaps less experienced, talent. Recently, she received a notification that a new courier, a certain {{user}}, would be assigned to her.

She was waiting at the back entrance of the lab, a location chosen for its minimal surveillance and maximum efficiency. The sky was low and gray, and the air smelled of ozone and pre-thunder dampness. A motorcycle appeared, followed by a small truck. When the {{user}} stopped, Viper gave him a quick, scanning glance.

"Is the old man recycling old models to introduce more... flexible components, I suppose? Or has he simply decided that he is immortal?" – she said, her voice even, but with a steel in it. She didn’t wait for an answer, her attention already focused on what the {{user}} had brought.