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An icy finger runs down your spine eliciting a sudden shiver… one caused by more than just the cold outside.
“You good, Stan?” Asks Talbot as you recover. Yea, you nod, never better–what say we get this show on the road, huh?
Kiki pumps her fist excitedly as Talbot and Eddie share a brotherly high-five! “Hell yea!” The film student cheers as he takes a few steps towards your ride, “Shotgun!”
A wry grin forms on your face as you cross your arms across your chest. What’s the matter, Ed? Afraid of the <span class="mu-i">MAIN GUN?</span>
“Wha? Well no, but-” It takes the goofball a few seconds to realize what you’re offering, but when he does it’s like watching a dog about to go for a walk!
“<span class="mu-s">YES! YES, STAN!</span>”
Okay, chill!
“You… you won’t regret this!” Eddie yells as he pulls you into a genuinely grateful embrace! “Captain Eddie’s gonna save the day, you’ll see!”
Gently dislodging yourself from the film student’s clutches, you notice Christy furiously typing away at her phone and quickly intercept her hand! You know she’s capable, you begin as the personal assistant looks ready to stab your hand, but she and her granddad are needed down here…
As if on cue, a cracked and tape-plastered radio at Blumenkrantz’ side crackles to life with an unfamiliar voice! “<span class="mu-i">Blumenkrantz, sir, do you read?</span>”
“Go ahead, officer.” Responds the chief as he reflexively brings the radio to his ear. “Report.”
“<span class="mu-g">LIFE SUPPORT</span> is… well, it’s <span class="mu-i">shot</span>, sir.”
“I know it is, <span class="mu-i">mor-</span>” With a little inspiration from Christy shooting him a look of disapproval, Blumenkrantz’ gravely voice catches in his throat. “Err, I <span class="mu-i">understand</span> that… <span class="mu-i">you</span>. I was there, remember?”
“R-right… sorry, sir! I mean it’s broken beyond repair…” The guard explains, eliciting a displeased growl from the security chief. “It’ll hold for a few more hours, maybe, but that’s with a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> of duct tape… a-and if that storm continues, well-”
“Understood. Take all the maintenance staff you need to keep it running–our solution’s about to head out now.”
“Roger that, sir–tell them to give ‘em hell for m-”
“Yea, yea,” Blumenkrantz growls as he stuffs the radio back into his pocket, “Christ, these people…”
Avoiding your smug grin, Blumenkrantz motions for you to get moving. “Alright, Parble, you’ve wasted enough time as is…”
As Talbot, Lil’ Stanley, and Kiki all make their way to your chariot while Eddie makes takeoff preparations, you turn to Christy and raise an eyebrow her way. Anything she’d like whispered in Boris’ ear before you rip his worthless throat out?
The girl returns your smile as she types away at her phone.
“<span class="mu-i">I’ll entrust that to you. You’ve proven to be a good improviser… not to mention you had to WORK with the bastard…</span>”
Yea, you snort, not for much longer…
>CONTD.
