>>5222540“Yea!” Talbot roars as he charges ahead, “Regroup his <span class="mu-i">FACE!</span>”
“A moment, please…” Sybil mutters as Gus snatches Talbot up by his collar, “There’s something dangerous about that rug…”
“Yea,” Tucker sniffs, “The color mismatch is <span class="mu-i">killing</span> me.”
“I mean <span class="mu-i">BESIDES</span> that.” Sybil sighs as she massages the bridge of her nose. “There’s a <span class="mu-r">PITFALL</span> beneath… one that leads to the <span class="mu-g">BASEMENT,</span> no doubt.”
“Dat’ oughta’ be where da’ survivors are!” Ly concludes in an excited tone! Cool it, alright?
“He’s leaving though, isn’t he?” Eddie asks. “Why not just run him down with the <span class="mu-b">VAN?</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">H-h-he pr-probably w-won’t use th-the streets…</span>” Denise chimes in, still dangling the raccoon far in front of her. “<span class="mu-i">S-s-so it’s a l-long shot… S-sorry…</span>”
Typical, you groan, Denise ruins everything <span class="mu-i">AGAIN!</span> Drumming your fingers on your head for inspiration, you spot the <span class="mu-g">VENT</span> above Gus and Marcie’s traps–the once noble creature now free of its anchors on the ceiling and splayed out on the gallery floor. Could be a way out, you reason, or even a way to this creep’s office!
“We still need to find Mitz, Stan.” Art reminds you in a stern tone. “We don’t want this guy creeping up on her…”
As if on cue, a tomboy-shaped projectile bursts from one of the paintings in the next room over and lands in a canvas-covered heap in front of her orange-haired counterpart! As Art lets out a shriek that could shatter glass, she chucks the painting remains to the side and gives you an amicable wave. “Sup.”
The woman of the hour, you reply with a wry grin. Where did <span class="mu-i">she</span> come from anyways?
“Service passage.” She replies, jerking a thumb towards the wrecked painting behind her. “Painting was one of those creepy ones you peer through. Might lead to this freak’s nest, though–wanna check it out?”
“Hold on a sec,” Tucker interrupts, “We’ve got wounded in the van–lord knows how many are hidden away in here. We can’t just rush off and leave them unattended!”
Why the hell <span class="mu-i">NOT?!</span> This freak isn’t getting away, okay? You want <span class="mu-s">ALL HANDS ON DECK</span> for this!
>CONTD. 