>>5222539Never mind that, you interject in an incredulous tone, how the heck did Eddie pull <span class="mu-i">that</span> off?! Following your finger to the hole in the wall, the film student sheepishly massages his neck. “Wasn’t easy–we must have made three or four dramatic entrances before we got the right room!”
“Mitzi contacted us a few minutes ago.” Sybil explains, scanning the surrounding area with glowing eyes. “Is it true, Stan? Are we dealing with our friend from the arcade?”
“<span class="mu-s">SYBIL CASTELLANOS…</span>” The voice purrs from a nearby speaker, “<span class="mu-s">I suppose that means this interview is over, hm?</span>”
“I got a couple questions for <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, butthead!” Talbot roars as he unceremoniously drops Teddy and Cal into the back of the van! “Number One: What did the <span class="mu-s">FIVE FINGERS</span> say to the <span class="mu-s">FACE!?</span>”
“He’s still <span class="mu-i">around</span>, guys…” Art groans as he examines the doors beyond where Gus and Marcie were held. “How about we <span class="mu-i">don’t</span> piss off the deranged killer?”
You’ll piss off whoever you want, alright?! Besides, you continue, shooting a nasty scowl at the speaker in the corner, <span class="mu-i">he</span> started it!
“<span class="mu-s">Listen to Officer Berry, Stanley–he of all people would know how close you’ve come to losing friends before…</span>” The voice continues in a tone dripping with smugness. “<span class="mu-s">I wasn’t vigilant enough this time and didn’t notice your shadow… Don’t worry–I never make the same mistake twice.</span>”
He’ll never make a mistake again, you snarl, because you’re gonna <span class="mu-i">CLOBBER</span> him! As you, Gus, Talbot, Eddie, and even <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> menacingly pound your fists into your palms, you’re met with a laconic laugh.
“<span class="mu-s">Not today, you aren’t–your missing soldiers are stashed away here somewhere. Act quickly and some of them might just survive. Follow me and, well…</span>” He pauses, “<span class="mu-s">You’ll see what happens. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.</span>”
As the line goes dead, the door Art was working on creaks open revealing a hallway leading into yet <span class="mu-i">another</span> gallery lined with an out-of-place rug and two large paintings–neither of which seem to blend with the modern pile of <span class="mu-i">crap</span> they call a gallery!
“‘S open!” Art announces! “Should we regroup first?”
>CONTD. 