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Running away won't do you any good. He managed to track you this far despite your best efforts to slow him down. Yet you know a direct confrontation isn't a wise idea either.
"We're heading to the lobby."
"Are you FUCKING crazy?" It's like you just told Frank to kill himself with how vitriolic his reaction is. "If he sees us, we're DEAD MEAT."
Vincent tries his best stay calm. "Nicole. I would HIGHLY recommend that we scout around for an exit." He forces a smile. "I know my way around an office."
"We're not fighting him. We're going to overwhelm him. With Wendy's help here," You gesture towards the newly empowered W-Corp rep. "We can knock him long enough to get outta dodge. AND it saves on resources!"
"Nick, I ain't so sure about this plan of yours but-" "No, this plan's fucking retarded! He's going to rip you like tissue paper!"
"You're still human! He eats humans for breakfast, he- C'mon, listen to the beaner or something!"
Ah. A good time to address this elephant in the room.
You step out of your boots. You can feel your legs twisting and snapping until they now bend in an awkward angle - Your legs are now digitigrade.
The air is filled with worried murmurs, barely suppressed gags of disgust and the occasional attempt to comfort you. You peel your gloves off to show your mutated hands.
"I'm not human, Frank." You speak casually, not at all worried about how rapidly you're mutating. "I can handle him."
Frank, shockingly, doesn't immediately try to blow your hands out with his shotgun. Wendy, Father bless her soul, is trying her best to repress the urge to attack you.
His eyes glaze over, analyzing you. "Mmh. Rough guess, need more time to analyze you, but I got a rough idea on your risk class."
"Ho-how is that relevant now?" Clover places his hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I really am, I. I should've said something back then."
"Hrm. I suppose it's a benefit to us at least. She's still cognizant of herself," Vincent keeps a level head despite seeing your mutation. "Maybe it'll work out."
"Provisional Anomaly Class - C4-02-MX." Frank taps at your fucked up legs with the tip of his knife. "MX is mixed, 02 for animal. C due to noted mental instability and 4 due to an extensive powerset..."
"We're not putting her in a containment cell." Clover glares at Frank as he continues to inspect you. "We're gonna make sure ya get outta here before you turn, Nick."
Dasha holds her tongue for now but you can glimpse what's on her mind. <<span class="mu-b">"So that's why Alexis was talking with P-Company. For Nicole..."</span>>
Your allies are rightfully worried about your increasingly unstable condition but it's odd. None of them are scared of you. Hell, the worst reaction you got was Dasha and Wendy gagging at the sight of your body but they don't seem to fear YOU. Or what you might become.
[UNSTABLE RESOLVE] Even if you lose yourself, you'll still have your family.
>+1 MAX RESTRAINT. You are now at 9/15!
Enough about you. Time to deal with Bennett.
