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Okay, one turret and three grunts are probably not everything humans have here. You need to hurry. Jumping back to the row of containment boxes, you take your Stick to the high-tech-looking locks, beginning with Rayle's. The door nearly slams you as it swings open, steam pressure pushing it to dangerous speed. The whole chamber has so much steam in it, you can't even see inside, but you still expertly dodge the first punch that flies out at you. You catch the follow up on your stick and flip the hood up in a cool way.
– "Kept you waiting, huh?"
Rayle's face, twisted in hatred, goes through a bunch of emotions in a span of a second. There's even relief and gratitude there for a moment, before they are quickly replaced by a familiar resting bitch face.
– "You did! Busy shopping for new clothes?"
– "The thanks I get.. you might be the worst minion ever."
– "Rival."
– "That too."
– "..Thanks."
– "What?"
– "Duck, you retard!"
As you've just finished breaking the lock on snail guy's crate, the door swings open, and a ball of presumably acid flies through the place where your head just was. Now, Rayle doesn't look her best out of the crate, some sort of madness creeping into her features, but snail guy just straight up looks like shit. Eyebags and all.
– "Oh, you're a monster, I'm sorry!" At least he actually apologizes.
– " Just "A monster"?, Come on man, it's me, Moldy." He gives you another look.
– "Oooh, the metal box wasn't a part of your body!"
The lights in the room go out. You all pause. "We're about to get jumped, aren't we" Snail guy ventures.
– "Good, I've been so fucking mad for so long, I can't take it anymore!" Rayle's eyes are glazed over by monster brand madness. Which is probably not a good sign. The snail guy gives her a concerned look, then glances at you. At least he already understands who's the brains of this operation.
– Start throwing acid at that glass, we're gonna be breaking through!"
– "Uh, sire, what's behind the window?"
You don't answer, mostly because you don't know, but also because you're busy breaking out more monsters. You aren't really interested in expanding the party, but they should in theory serve as distractions for the inevitable feds. Your night vision is great, so the lack of light doesn't deter you as you free three other monsters. One is some sort of a ghost, who gives you a thumbs up and immediately fucks off through the wall. The other is a centipede, uncomfortably coiled in his containment cell, who doesn't bother to listen to your pitch either, just b-lines it straight to the vent, throwing out "thanks man, long live the monster king" on his way out.
