Talk:Archive:Frozen Shore/@comment-3560733-20150126164813/@comment-3560733-20150419062323

The transmitter continued to crackle for a few moments before the noise went still and soft breathing could be heard. "Hello there everyone," the voice sounded muted and electrified through the device, "I'm sure you're all a bit peeved that we tried to kill you to see if you were worthy of our offer. Luckily for you, any of you that survived have earned the right to hear what I have to say." The voice paused for a moment. "I am the Employer. If it wasn't obvious enough, our previous payment offer was a farce. You will not be paid as agreed. However, we have a much grander offer to give to you. The Company, as I'm sure you've heard it called before, that I work for is known as the Syndicate. We are the underworld in Republic City. Usually, we try to keep to the shadows and use our power to sway things in our favor. Recently, however, this has become more and more difficult in the current social climate. With groups like Faceless uprising against us, we need to take a heavier hand in play with the city, and for that we need people who we know can handle themselves. The group of you would be an example of what we want. Don't think of this as a pointless offer, if you were willing to jump and fly halfway across the world for what we said we'd pay you before; then I shutter to think what you'd do for our new offer." The voice grew silent and awaited responses before spilling forth what everyone was likely dying to know.