They're about to continue arguing but they soon notice you and Lucy standing in the doorway.

You silently open your satchel. You place the beaker of CIGARETTE MOLD onto the table, "Eat this. It has nicotine in it. Not sure of the exact dose but it's probably safe to eat."

The three hazmat-decked nurses rapidly snatch the offering (alongside the beaker containing it). The tallest hazmat-decked nurses focuses his gaze right at you. His heavy, labored breathing is the only sound that echoes through the otherwise silent lab.

"We...appreciate this." He slides over something across the table.
>+$250 and a ADRENALINE SYRINGE! (Adds 2 TIME TOKENS, grants a +10 bonus to the next three PHYSICAL checks you roll. Deals HEAVY mental damage. on use.)

"We have a. Request. That we think you're suited for."
"I-I don't like the sound of this, Vincent." Lucy awkwardly laughs. "B-but, we're willing to listen."

"Ah, Lucy." The hazmat nurse's voice is cold as ice. There's a shimmering rage bubbling deep inside of him that he's trying his best to suppress. "We have your medicine ready. It'll be the last shipment we can give you."
One of the other nurses smashes their fist against the table. Some of the patients stir but they're too out of it to notice. "We WISH we could keep giving you what you need but..."

"That fucker in Layer 3." The third one hisses through clenched teeth. "Day in. Day out. He keeps shipping us random garbage. Ah yes, another fifty pounds of PPE!"
"Or six 50 pound bags of concrete mix."

The Man is confused at what they're saying. He acknowledges that shipment errors happen a lot but this sounds more than just an error.

"It's more than an error." The first one seems to respond to the Man by sheer happenstance. "We KNOW he has it out for us."
"We wouldn't smuggle that bastard free drugs. Now he's doing THIS to us." The second one hisses again.

"Wait. You said you had a request, right?" You're a bit worried what they're about to propose.

"It's simple. Head down to Layer 3. Your Level 1 ID we 'gave' you should allow you access. Then, locate the SUPPLY SHIPMENT room and gut the manager operating it like the FUCKING PIG HE IS."

Oh. You and your coworkers freeze up at the request.

"If you do it," One of the nurses laughs. "We'll pay you well."

OPTIONAL UPDATE TO 'HELP OUT MEDBAY'S SUPPLY ISSUES'
OBJECTIVE - MURDER THE SUPPLY MANAGER ON LAYER 3
DEADLINE - 2 DAYS
REWARD: $555 + a massive RAPPORT boost with the MEDBAY NURSES.

What do you say, Vincent?
>Accept their request but try to negotiate for a better deal. (DC ??, write in what you wanna ask of them.)
>Hesitantly agree. He probably deserves it...?
>Decline, you're not going to be murdering anyone. Stick to your current arrangement of getting them supplies.
>Offer to get rid of him WITHOUT bloody murder. (DC 54, +3 to roll after accounting for Lucy's MEEK penalty.)
>You'll think about their offer later. Try to, uh, leave. Now.
>Write in.