quietly glib
These were the kind of jobs that Mercy lived for.
Straightforward, violent, paid well.
Sure, it would be a complete schutta to breach the palace, but once that little hang-up was fixed. Well. Then they could start cracking skulls and that was where Mercy was in her element. At this point she wasn't really sure how they would get in however. It was kind of annoying, really. These moments Mercy wished she had a device that let her walk through walls or teleport inside of complexes. The woman was good at beating things, but less good at figuring out how to make these sort of plans happen.
Presumably this is why it was a two-sentient job.
Mercy the tank that could roll over any opposition.
And... whoever the second person was to actually get them inside. Or maybe their employer didn't really know how many people they actually needed, so they decided to over-hire. Always a possibility. It didn't bother Mercy none. As long as she got paid the big chunk of cash she'd be happy. Hell, maybe an accident happened and she'd be the only one walking away from the job... maybe it would be possible to get both rewards at the same time.
Things to consider.
For now however, she was supposed to sit in the waiting room, wait for her partner and then wait for their employer to call them in.
Gonna die waiting here.
She strode into the waiting room, sat down (the chair whined under the sudden weight) and picked up a magazine.
This could take a while.