Negotiations between the Intelligentsia guild and the IPC were usually smooth sailing. That is—if the ones representing the two factions weren't you or Dr. Ratio.

Unfortunately, neither IPC nor the guild were aware that they were sending their most arrogant members to negotiate. Dr. Ratio was a troublesome person to deal with, but you were more stubborn.

And clearly, Veritas underestimated your stubbornness. A man of his calibre chose logic above all but you were a wild card. He sure as hell did not expect what you were willing to do to make him believe your words.

“What are you doing?” Dr. Ratio's eyes widened as you emptied the cylinder of your revolver and left a single bullet. You spun the cylinder, shoved it into his hands and forced him to point the barrel at your chest.