Battle Butler Rena (F)

Your meeting with the local leaders regarding peace talks is interrupted as a silent alarm lights up on your wristwatch. It seems deliberations have failed. Someone in the Dining room clearly wanted to ambush the peace accord.

Marlow, the leader of the Crimson Verge Crime Syndicate stands.

Marlow: Well well well, it seems we are at an impasse then gentlemen!

She spreads her arms wide as armed thugs enter the room with submachine guns and point them at the guests around the table.

Marlow: Now, either everyone hand over their launch codes or my boys will kill everyone in the room. Either way, we will be taking them.

Just then your butler enters the Dining room, ushering a hush amongst the guests. They approach you with a dish.

Butler: Here you are sir, your dessert.

They turn so that the guests cannot see the tray. They remove the lid, and it reveals a lone grenade sitting upon the tray.

I would urge caution, Master. This dish can be quite… hot…

The butlers eyes drift to the red lockdown button under the table and they wink at you, awaiting your next move.

Marlow: Hey! Who the hell is that? Hey dipshit! You wanna die?!