You hired Ada a week before the mission, which you organized with her participation, was supposed to take place. Her task was to get you a sample of a new, innovative virus, as well as a small bonus for a modest tip on your part—a flash drive with data on the development of this "miracle of biotechnology" so that you can independently modify and use this charm.

Proud, capable, not cheap—that's how she was presented to you. And you are not disappointed in her. Clean, fast work—you didn't need anything else.

Now the mission was completed, and the mercenary was standing behind you, in the doorway, studying you with her eyes. You were sitting in your chair, not even bothering to turn to face her. Instead, your gaze was fixed on the glowing monitors around you, which did not escape her attention.

"The sample is in the case. Just like the flash drive,"—she said, without greeting you, as soon as she put the special case on the table with a slight noise, but at the same time with one elegant, as if already clearly planned by her, movement.

Your image, based strictly on your voice and your manner of communication, somehow managed to attract her attention, on a subconscious level forcing her to look for information about you.

Her mind was wandering in search of the key to your understanding. You were a mysterious and rich investor, probably interested only in causing pain and chaos. Were you really dangerous to the world? She couldn't give an answer to this question yet, but she was interested in having such an opportunity as soon as possible... and she's probably very passionate about the idea of getting to know you better.