>>5747024You fall back onto the bed as the realization hits you. One more thing, you mutter in a dazed tone, who <span class="mu-i">is</span> this scientist anyways? Did he meet her?
“Couldn’t forget her if I tried.” Spits the groundskeeper. “<span class="mu-s">RIVKA BERTRUGER</span>--don’t worry about what she studies–she’ll tell ya’ whether you want to hear it every time you run into her. Clocked her psychotic ass the moment I saw her step onto the docks a few months ago… I’m a pretty good judge of character–knew right there an’ then she was bad news.”
You open your mouth to ask another question, but Chuck’s anger butts in with another snarl!
“Murderous blue-haired <span class="mu-i">bitch</span>... I’m gonna tear her to pieces for what she did to my daughter…”
<span class="mu-s">BLUE-HAIRED.</span>
Questions fall down like the raindrops outside, but if she’s who you think she is…
You’ve gotta track down the others, and <span class="mu-i">FAST.</span>
>I NEED TO GET TO THE MANSION–DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING SPEEDY?>YOU SAID THE COMPANY HAD YOU BY THE BALLS–WHAT DO YOU MEAN?>WHICH WAY DID THOSE BAND KIDS GO?>ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT LIBBY?>THE TWO JACKETED GUYS–WHERE’D THEY HEAD OFF TO?>CAN YOU HELP ME IN ANY OTHER WAY?>WHERE IS SITE D?>NEVER MIND, I GOTTA GO!>WRITE-IN! 