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Dr. Ratio grabbed your arm, trying to steer you away. "You shouldn't be here. This isn't your business. Go away."
But you shook your head stubbornly, your eyes narrowing. "Ratio, you're so suspicious. I've decided—I'm going with you two. I'm not just letting you walk into trouble without me."
Dr. Ratio groaned, clearly frustrated, but before he could argue further, a booming voice cut through the air. "Hey, you two! That's a place of business. No entry!"
You turned to see Hendrick, one of The Family's muscle-bound enforcers, glaring at you from across the room.
Dr. Ratio didn't miss a beat. "I was requested by Mr. Sunday to bring the suspect. My name is Ratio. He should have mentioned it."
Hendrick squinted at Ratio, his expression shifting from suspicion to recognition. "Oh, I remember you... Veritas Ratio. Your 'Punch Virtual Particle Clock' is impressive."
Ratio blinked, clearly baffled. "...Excuse me?"
Hendrick puffed out his chest, as if showing off some invisible, grand invention. "The one on your head! Of course, it's nothing compared to my... full pocket-dimensional annihilating power armor of the 'Mobile Knights.'"
