>>5751519One threat down, one more to go… wherever the hell she is! As you move to slap some info out of Hauser Sr, you and the other survivors ready your weaponry as a quartet of metallic orbs no bigger than dodgeballs buzz the mountaintop!
“<span class="mu-i">Now you’ve… now you’ve DONE it…</span>” Hisses Hauser as the orbs spread into a square formation in the center of the summit, “<span class="mu-i">You gave the whole damn island to HER….</span>”
Kicking some mud at Hauser’s expensive suit, you lead the charge over to the glowing square of light between the orbs… some kind of projection, you think! As if on cue, an image begins to form… an image of a person you never really interrogated all night, but you wish you had!
<span class="mu-s">RIVKA BERTRUGER!</span>
“Well <span class="mu-i">WELL</span>… it would appear my predictions have, as per the norm, been completely faultless! Did my new pets enjoy their <span class="mu-i">exercise</span>, hmm? Shed some of that excess energy?”
The only thing you’re gonna shed is her <span class="mu-i">SKIN</span>, you roar as you jab an accusatory finger at her staticy face! When you tear it off of her, that is!
“Statistically unlikely, current circumstances notwithstanding…” She chides as she adjusts the stupid red goggles she’s wearing. “Your barbaric yawp just now may have impressed the rest of those shaved apes shambling aimlessly around the summit, but <span class="mu-i">I</span> remain unphased… I <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> already won, after all!”
“Win <span class="mu-i">THIS</span>, bitch!” Galloping over with a <span class="mu-s">SIZABLE ROCK</span> in his hand, Rodney chucks it at the orbs, but it barely reaches even a third of their height.
“HAHAHAH! It’s just like being at the <span class="mu-i">ZOO!</span>” Rivka croons with a laugh right out of an anime, “D’ohhh, it’s such a <span class="mu-i">shame</span> you’ll all lose that impressive spirit in an hour or so… but you’ll be <span class="mu-i">ALL MINE</span> by then… and then we’ll be off!”
To do <span class="mu-i">what</span>, exactly, you ask, making sure to point your pocketed, but still audio note-recording phone in her direction!
“<span class="mu-s">TO SHOW THEM AAAAAALLLLLLLL!</span>” She exclaims triumphantly!
Well, she’s <span class="mu-i">here</span>, kinda… but that isn’t doing much for you yet… if you could get some more evidence under your belt it would definitely help… as would getting her to spill her location…
What do?
>JUST IGNORE HER! CLEARLY SHE THRIVES ON ATTENTION!>WHY DID SHE DO THIS ANYWAYS?>HAUSER’S BEATEN, BY THE WAY!>WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THOSE SHOTS?>YOU SEEMED A LOT DIFFERENT IN PERSON, Y’KNOW!>WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN AN EGYPTIAN PRISON?>WHERE ARE YOU ANYWAYS? TOO SCARED?>LET SOMEONE ELSE TAKE THE LEAD HERE! (WHO?)>WHAT’S SHE MEAN BY AN HOUR OR SO?>WRITE-IN!