Partner in Crime

Lian and Mei strode into the well lit dispensary, their presence commanding immediate attention. The pharmacist on duty, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a nervous disposition, recognized them instantly. Normally, protocol required a visit to the infirmary first for a signed form, but the sheer intensity of their aura made him abandon all formalities.

"We need ointment, bandages, and anything else that can help," Mei demanded, her voice steady and authoritative.

The pharmacist's hands trembled as he gathered the requested items, his eyes darting between the two formidable figures. Mei peered into the bag, her brows furrowing. "Is this even enough bandages?" she questioned, her tone sharp.

Lian leaned on the counter, her gaze piercing through the pharmacist. "Quite generous of you," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.