"Professor! What are you doing to our grunt?! Knock it off!!!"
I could hear another woman's voice behind the intercom, screaming—possibly even nagging—at the woman I had been arguing with earlier. She even revealed the status of said previous woman that I had been beefing with by referring her as 'professor.'
Was she someone like that mad scientist Victoria...? Could she also be a dangerous villain...?
Well... the numerous turrets currently targeting me were pretty definitive proof that she was likely a villain. Fortunately, those turrets hadn't fired (yet), probably because the professor, intent on using them against me, was being stopped by the nagging woman.
I could hear them bickering through the intercom...
"Don't disturb me, No. 147! I'm trying to teach this loser of a grunt a damn lesson for daring to challenge me!"
'No. 147…?' The label number echoed in my head.
It's time to get some cool gadgets for our Grunt No. 703.
Stay tuned for more~.
HIATUS. Not much to say here other than it's not working out.