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“Diesel?” He asks, quickly snapping out of his malaise, “Uh, well…”
Hold on, you interrupt as you send a devious wink to your pals, you’re comin’ up!
Your gamble pays off–though the guards see you climbing the stairs, they don’t bother stopping you as you make your way over to the distraught-looking monitor-watcher! Sorry, you grin with mock sheepishness, you just couldn’t hear him down there!
“Diesel, buddy…” he blubbers, “They’re sending me out there, man!”
Slow down, you mutter as you draw closer and lower your voice, where’s he going?
You <span class="mu-i">know</span>, of course, but he doesn’t need to know that…
“Th-th-” he sputters, barely able to form the first word, “Th-the <span class="mu-i">ANTENNA,</span> man! Th-they think something broke it and… and they want <span class="mu-i">me</span> to check it out! <span class="mu-s">ME!</span>”
Shiiit, you mutter as <span class="mu-i">Pepperoncini</span> and Raj take stock of the second floor halls from where you’re standing, is… he can <span class="mu-i">fix</span> it, right?
“I… maybe!?” Hank answers as he shrugs his sweat-coated shoulders! “I do <span class="mu-s">COMPSCI,</span> man! <span class="mu-i">Programming!</span> That’s totally different from hardware and electrical! It’s like making a chef build a building outta’ cheese! A real building!”
Alright, you gotta frown at that. Why choose <span class="mu-i">him</span>, then? What about Cammy? She kinda works with stuff like that in theater, right?
“Sh-she’s still hurting, dude…” Frowns the guard as he glances in the general direction of the <span class="mu-s">SECURITY ROOM,</span> “The <span class="mu-s">GOLF CART</span> might take us up a good chunk of the mountain, sure, but even if the road was maintained we’re still gonna have to <span class="mu-i">walk</span> a bit…”
Yea, you distinctly remember Cammy having a problem doing that… so what, you continue, is she gonna walk you through it on the earpiece?
“Yea…” He nods as a big glob of sweat falls off his shaved head, “We’ve got some manuals in the <span class="mu-s">SECURITY ROOM</span> from the <span class="mu-s">LIBRARY</span> just in case, but…” Hank pauses to bite his trembling lip, “B-but I <span class="mu-i">saw</span> that guy, man! I watched him chase you out the door…”
Listen, you interrupt in a gruff tone as you grab his sweaty shoulders, he’s gonna be <span class="mu-i">fine</span>, okay? There’s just one asshole and he’s gonna go for the <span class="mu-i">easy</span> targets, not the people climbing a mountain in a zippy little <span class="mu-s">GOLF CART!</span>
You feel a little grossed-out by the sweat now on your hands, but Hank’s expression softens a bit at your words. “Th-thanks, man… you’re right…”
Course you are, you smile as you give your new pal one more pat before releasing his sticky shoulders! But listen, you add in a hushed tone, if he needs any backup…
“They’re sending Tina with me, but I’ll keep that in mind!” He replies with a gracious smile! “She doesn’t look like much, but she’s scary–trust me on that!”
“Knows her way around a <span class="mu-s">BLOWTORCH</span>...” Hisses Pepper from under her cap! SHH! But also huh?
>CONTD.
