>>5376452One of them brandishes a scalpel in the direction of the crowd. Another, braver one of the bunch manages to pull out a gun and shoot, aiming for the clayman that had somehow stuck along with you guys this whole time, but the tranquilizer dart sinks harmlessly into him.
Before the second orderly can even so much as raise his tranq to anyone else, the clayman has already beaten him to the punch (quite literally) with a sloppy fist, sending the man skidding across the floor.
A walkie-talkie flies from his other hand, still fizzling from someone’s voice on the other end of the line, but that’s all it takes for the rest to go charging forwards, heedless to the fact that they might get shot themselves.
All-too-quickly, you, Bernard, and the rest of your gang are thrown about in the sea of charging mutants. Your body’s pushed dangerously close to the rails, but a red hand around your wrist takes you out of the thick of danger, and, in an instant, you’re watching the awfully one-sided fight.
The rest of your comrades are quick to join you, but the former Crux leader seems to take extra pleasure in the chaos that he made.
Staring down at the rest of the prison below, you realize you have several more floors worth of this to go.
Everything but the odd-looking glass room in the center of the mid-floors is all fair game, and, from nearby that same room, you see flashes of motion– motion of a bunch more orderlies that have likely caught wind of the chaos.
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