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You answer your ‘<span class="mu-i">boss</span>’ with a sudden coughing fit–one that actually gets him to back up a little bit from the intensity! It’s, you sputter, it’s er… <span class="mu-i">shoite</span>...
Smythe blinks. “... come again, mate?”
It’s <span class="mu-i">sheet</span>, you repeat in a different accent! Oh god, which one do you choose?! They’re all so <span class="mu-i">GOOD!</span>
“Huh.” Remarks the Security Chief as he glances down at his feet and frowns. “... shoe’s untied.”
You already know what’s coming–you’ve fallen for the same damn trick from your Master for ages… but even with all of that practice and pain, your body still reacts the same damn way.
You look down.
Your shoe <span class="mu-i">isn’t</span> untied, of course, but there <span class="mu-i">is</span> a sizable fist headed straight for y-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>
Your helmet goes sailing into the air as Smythe immediately transitions into a spin-kick that launches you out the door and skidding across the muddy ground prompting all of the guards to snap to attention!
“Diesel-fuckin’-Crash!” Roars the Aussie as he casually follows you through the door cracking his knuckles as he goes, “Haven’t seen ya’ since you dropped a goddamn <span class="mu-i">MINE</span> on me!”
Leaping to your feet, you rush the Aussie with a flurry of blows, but he’s a lot more limber than he was when he was underneath a bunch of rubble! Weaving through your blows one by one, Smythe snatches your hand mid-punch and starts to crush it like some kind of wrestling gimmick!
“How <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> you been?”
You answer him by delivering a kick to his groin, but he blocks it with a quick counter-kick!
“Try harder, mate–this time I’m not playin’ nice!”
Locking his leg around yours, the security chief delivers a palm-strike to your chest and sends you stumbling backwards towards the <span class="mu-s">HELIPAD!</span> Skidding across the wet pavement, Smythe’s employees watch the chaos unfold unsure of what to do!
“Watch the show, boys,” He announces as he jabs your chin, “Ya’ might learn something once I’m done kicking his ass!”
“<span class="mu-s">SMYTHE!</span>”
Pausing mid-scrap, the Aussie groans as Hauser emerges from the <span class="mu-s">BROADCAST BUILDING</span> with Mina in front of him and a gun pointed at the back of her head!
“C’mon, boss…”
“You must be this <span class="mu-i">PIZZA BOY</span> I’ve heard so much about…” Remarks Hauser as he approaches with Chuck and the guards, “Tell me: do you break into and rummage around <span class="mu-i">every</span> house you deliver to, or am I just <span class="mu-i">special</span>?”
Nah, you spit, just his <span class="mu-i">MOM’S</span> place!
>CONTD.
