You drop down from the catwalk and land near Madam Reich, not caring about stealth as much now. You want to talk.
"Madam Reich, how are you this evening?" You ask, in a display of mock courtesy.
"I was good, until you arrived." She says in her thick german accent. "I should have known one of your kind would come along to bother me!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm willing to overlook whatever you're planning with this-" You start, before the german interrupts you.
"Nonsense! You so called 'heroes' could never look the other way! I plan to kill dozens of the subhuman filth with these weapons!" She declares, gesturing to the dynamite covered table.
You gulp. You've never killed anyone before, but surely, if you let Madam Reich do whatever she was planning, those deaths would be her fault, not yours, right? You suspect your hormones may be getting the better of you.
"I can look the other way, but I want one small thing." You say, calmly, despite your morals blaring in your head.
"Oh? And what would that thing be, junge?" Madam Reich purrs, pushing her impressive chest out.
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