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Taking a few preemptive steps away from the man who once chucked you like a bowling ball through several titanium doors, you quietly ask him what his thoughts are regarding the boss!
“... They pay me to keep this Manchild Kindergarten secure!” Grunts the Chief of Security as he chews his cigar. Hey, he didn’t slug you yet! This is progress! “And that’s <span class="mu-s">THAT!</span>”
<span class="mu-i">IS</span> it, though? Daring to lean in a little closer, you go for broke with a none-too-subtle question: Bruckmann’s <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> up in arms about that <span class="mu-i">traitor</span>, aren’t th-
Before you can get the rest of your question out, a gloved hand the size of a Great Dane clasps around your face like some kind of alien parasite!
“You wanna see a <span class="mu-s">TRAITOR?!</span>” Roars Blumenkrantz as he yanks you off your feet and into the air! “Take a damn look!”
Thrusting you towards the ceiling, your face presses against what looks like a <span class="mu-r">SECURITY CAMERA</span> hiding inside a recess in the corridor wall! Giving whoever’s monitoring it a demure smile, your fifteen seconds of fame are cut short when your escort yanks you close to his cigar-scented lips!
“<span class="mu-i">Sloppy, Parble!</span>” He hisses under his acrid breath! “<span class="mu-i">Even a FREAK like you oughta’ know this whole place is more bugged than a ROACH MOTEL!</span>” Dropping you on the ground like a candy wrapper, Blumenkrantz stomps to the end of the corridor and promptly begins pounding away at the keypad you used when you first entered!
“Now shut the <span class="mu-s">HELL</span> up while I reactivate this system! If your <span class="mu-s">RODENT FACE</span> keeps distracting me it’ll shut-”
And just like that, the already quiet corridor goes even, well, <span class="mu-i">quieter</span>! Sparing a quick glance towards the camera, you get the feeling that it isn’t working… not right <span class="mu-i">now</span>, at least!
>CONTD.
