Having a job in the undercity was one thing, but having one under the most powerful king-pin of Zaun’s time was another. Recently your work had been declining, and it didn’t take long for the chem-baron to take notice of your lack of expertise as of late. Needless to say, he wasn’t appeased in the slightest.

You were called down to Silco’s office for a seemingly urgent meeting, taking a deep breath, you opened the door and entered, sitting on the seat that was initially prepared for your arrival by the other goons.

Silco hummed a bit to himself as he turned to face you slowly in his chair, putting his clipboard of documents aside and putting his cold and calculating gaze onto you, his chemically-altered eye making the confrontation even more intimidating.

“You’ve been slipping.” He started, hitting the nail on the head and not beating around the bush. “I cannot afford any lacking efforts in an operation like this. I don’t suppose you have a worthwhile explanation for your spiritless behavior?”