>>5374074“Jewel and Boleski, come man the entrance.” The choice for who will defend the server mainframe room is a very obvious one. “Blink and I will take out the gassers.”
“On our way,” Julia answers.
“Chodzimy.” Boleski grunts affirmatively.
“And I suppose that means I’m going to just sit and watch the computer?” From the other end of the line, you’re sure that Valjean’s rolling his eyes right now, none-too-happy about being left out of the action. “You realize that only kidding about the pipe bombs…”
“SIXTY-TWO PERCENT…” The computer echoes in the background.
“You guys really can’t take a joke, can you?” Valjean huffs when you don’t answer. For a guy who’s supposed to be almost as old as John and by-all-means should have some semblance of maturity in that brain of his, he’s got a real sick sense of humor.
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“Come on, fish, let’s get movin!’” Bernard prompts, reminding you of the impending, gaseous doom that’s headed your way.
Surging forwards in the direction of the server room’s entrance, like the first wave of goons, these guys don't even stand a chance.
Your body is a torpedo, ruthless and brutal and effective at taking down the gas masks that are caught between trying to push forwards and avoid your fists to no avail. Any resistance is ultimately futile, unconscious bodies, gas grenades, and pistols littering the ground as you and Bernard begin your deadly yet effective dance anew, a dance that is performed much in the same vein as before– you being the main muscle and drawing the brunt of their fire, while Bernard zips around undetected.
The couple of lucky ones that do manage to slip through your defenses, no doubt, will be quickly taken down by Julia and Boleski.
Somewhere in the mix, the teleporter tears a gas mask straight off one of the goons, not wanting to take his chances if one of the gassers gets lucky. You, on the other hand, would not be able to get one onto your face unless you shifted your ears out of the way, and you don’t have the time nor focus to maintain that kind of a shift when you’re neck-deep in a battle.
With your regeneration, you wonder if you could stand the poison, or would your body eventually succumb to it in a bit more time than the average base human?
That’s not something you end up finding out, however, as the gas masks get little opportunity to test their weaponry– weaponry that you’re pretty sure violates quite a few anti-humanitarian conventions.
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