[June 2020] - 2000cc Shareholder Pack (Patreon)

NOTE: Sorry for the delay, Shareholders!

Also, for Board Members and Upper Echelon, please enjoy the Shareholder pack while I continue to finish up June's Ultra Pack in the next day or two.

>Welcome to FabPharma Mainframe.

>Shareholder and/or higher level clearance detected.

>Accessing logs...

>Retrieving footage from: Nicholas Montgomery's travel detail

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"Good evening, sweet Camille."

"Bonsoir, Nicholas!"

>Laughter [possible voice match: Nicholas Montgomery]

"Well, well. Seems you've had a rather... eventful day! Those expander implants of yours look like they're about to burst!"

>Female cooing [voice identified: Camille {ERROR: LAST NAME REDACTED}]

"Mmm... oui. Denise and I had a little bit of fun..."

"Good, good. You've done well with her, and she will be very... useful to FabPharma."

"... will she be alright?"

"Is that worry I hear? That's rich, no qualms about blackmailing powerful men, or playing the alluring seductress in spy games between warring states, but suddenly you've grown soft for a breast obsessed fitness instructor with a chip on her shoulder?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"I have no comment, Nicholas. I'm just here for my payment."

"Now there's the transaction-minded I've grown to love. Well, probably more along the lines of lust, but who's keeping tabs right? You know, you're welcome to ride with me back to the tower, relax in the executive levels with me... perhaps revisit some of our pending adventures?"

"Of course, monsieur. But perhaps laterr, yes? I alrready have an appointment, and they have transferred me a very generous donation for my services."

"Mm, no worries. Rain check then, same fee as usual?"

"Oui, mon cher."

"Excellent. Back to business then, I assume you are eager to feast your eyes on the contents of this briefcase."

"Ooh, yess... Is that...?"

"7 doses, as we agreed. One every 365 days. No more, no less... we've been over the side effects of going either way."

"Oui... you went over the overdosing. It doesn't sound... so bad. At least a side of me thinks so... hah!"

"I'm sure your clientele would find it equally exciting."

"I will pass on that."

"Smart move!"

"And, a missed dose..."

"Cellular degeneration, with a propensity for uncontrollable mutations."

"Poo... great heights always bring such great perils."

"That they do, Camille."

"Well, thank you for this, Nicholas. I will make sure to keep a tight schedule!"

"Good."

"Will you tell the driver to drop me off at the next corner? I can walk the rest of the way to my rendezvous."

"Oh, nonsense. We haven't even given you your shot yet!"

"Pardon moi?"

"Your first dose, my dear. I would just be heartbroken if I didn't have the honor of giving it to you myself."

"Nicholas, I ..."

"Yes?"

"... wouldn't have it any other... way."

"Excellent. Now tilt, your neck just so..."

"Ngh!"

"There you go, my dear. Welcome to the future!"

"... Merci."

"You are so very welcome, Camille. And thank 'you' for allowing me this formality, I'd hate to have to doubt your loyalty to the Corporation."

"And forsake this... chemical godhood? Never!"

"Heh, let's call it 'chemical insurance' for now, yes?"

"Oui, mon cher."

"Alright then, here we are. Run along now."

"Til next time, Nicholas."

"Oh, and Cami..."

"Yes?"

"If I hear you are going around selling this Nereidyl to the highest bidder, well... You may be nigh unkillable with that serum running through you, but that doesn't mean we cannot make you... very, very uncomfortable, for extended periods of time. You understand this, I'm sure."

"I do."

"Have a good night, Camille!"