>>5752211Gently taking her arm in one hand, you remove the <span class="mu-s">SYRINGE</span> from its case and wiggle it in Hauser’s face. Watch closely now, you growl, you’re upholding your end of the bargain!
“Fascinating.” He dully replies. “Hurry up.”
Mina nods at you as you flick the syringe a few times to remove any air bubbles. You saw it in a movie once. Plunging the needle into one of her veins, you know it worked when the heiress practically <span class="mu-i">THROWS</span> you off of her and immediately begins to writhe in pain!
“YES!” Laughs Hauser as Darren rushes to grab his falling sister, “<span class="mu-i">YES!</span>”
There, you snarl as you chuck the <span class="mu-s">SYRINGE</span> over your shoulder and help Darren lower his sister to the ground, now <span class="mu-s">TALK!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Gladly.</span>”
Ripping a <span class="mu-s">VIAL</span> out from his coat pocket, Hauser imbibes the contents before you can stop him! Leaping onto the <span class="mu-s">BROADCASTING CENTER ROOF</span> with a triumphant laugh and renewed vigor in his step, the CEO jabs a finger at Rivka’s hologram as his body begins to warp and glow!
“<span class="mu-s">RIVKA, WHAT A MISERABLE WASTE OF FUNDING YOU TURNED OUT TO BE!</span>” Booms Hauser as his voice echoes with inhuman power! “<span class="mu-s">WATCH CLOSELY, NOW, BECAUSE ONCE I FINISH WITH THESE NUISANCES I’M GOING TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND USE YOUR SKULL AS PUTTING PRACTI-</span>”
In an impressively-timed golf metaphor, the metal orbs powering Rivka’s projection join together and slam into the patriarch at breakneck speed that <span class="mu-i">LAUNCHES</span> him off the roof and, by association, the mountain!
Screaming the whole way down, the mountain is just quiet enough for you to hear a gut-wrenching <span class="mu-s">CRUNCH</span> <span class="mu-i">MUCH</span> further down the slope! Rushing to see what happened, you and the others that join you immediately wish they hadn’t!
“<span class="mu-i">YEESH!</span>” Yelps Rodney as his face turns green, “Poor bastard looks like a pile of spilled ragu, ey, Dee?”
“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy…” Remarks Raj as he shakes his head. “Still… crummy way to go, man.”
Mina and Darren watch in silence, the former still gritting her teeth in pain as her brother holds her steady. You expect words, of course, but nothing comes.
Dickhead or not, he was still their dad, right?
“Alas, poor Hauser!” Announces Rivka with mock-drama in her tone as her orbs reconstruct her face, “I had <span class="mu-i">SO</span> much more in store for you… but you <span class="mu-i">HAD</span> to try to spill the proverbial ‘<span class="mu-i">beans</span>’...” She shrugs. “Oh well! Serves you right for asking me to move the tests to <span class="mu-s">SATURDAY!</span> Vile taskmaster!”
>CONTD. 