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"Yeah, alright, fair." You pull out $175 from your overly full wallet and toss it over to Ashley. She stuffs it into her pocket without saying another word to you but <span class="mu-g">her posture is a bit less tense now.</span> Good.
>TOTAL CASH: $1266.
Ashley and Lex begin to self treat their own wounds. You're not sure if digging a bullet out of your shoulder with a knife on the floor is a <span class="mu-i">great</span> idea but you rather not bother Ashley much now. She cuts some pieces off of her stolen jacket and wraps the now bleeding wound with them. Lex is doing much the same with his own wounds, using the jackets as makeshift bandaging.
As Quentin goes to help your allies treat their wounds you pull out your phone. You keep a close eye on the barely alive Boss while you dial his phone number. It takes a solid second for him to answer the call. There's party poppers and bottles of champagne being popped in the background.
"I'm a bit busy. Did you kill them yet?" He mutters to someone talking to him in the background. "Oh, I meant kill in the metaphorical sense. Don't worry."
"Yes? If I had to guess-" You look back at the mountain of bodies outside. "...a few dozen or maybe a hundred are dead?" You lose count after the fiftieth body. "The gang won't be a problem. I even got you a special treat."
"Finally. Those cocksuckers have been a pain in my ASS for a while n- Wait, what do you mean 'special'? Maybe it's you~?"
Your voice goes monotone. "No. Ew." You shake your head. "No, no, I have...your brother. He's alive. Barely."
There's silence on the line. When he bothers to answer, his tone is laced with an unusual excitement. "You managed to capture that piece of shit? How?"
"Secret. Let's just say he's not moving any time soon. Come down to..." You ramble off the location of the base. "We'll be looting it anyways so, take your time."
"I'll be there immediately. Do not let him out of sight." He hangs up immediately. You look back at the barely alive Boss. He hasn't moved an inch since you last checked. He is glaring daggers at you. He coughs up blood-laced spittle alongside a tooth.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Internal bleeding is likely. If not for the gas ruining his lungs, the beating did it. He's going to die soon, he can't make it anywhere.
You decide to let him stay there mostly unguarded. You frankly doubt he can stand up, let alone run. You head over to check on your allies and, for the most part, they look a bit less awful than before. Not great but Ashley has tried her best to clean up her attire and both have patched themselves up.
You can already feel the drug beginning to wear off because you're starting to see less of their skinned and lizard forms. Before you go inside to loot, you kneel down on the ground and close your eyes. You begin to focus on clearing your thoughts.
The lingering effects of the drugs you took are flooding your vision with a blur of pinks, oranges, blues, reds, greens, purples, every possible color in the rainbow.
