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Every instinct, every bell, whistle, and flag inside you is <span class="mu-i">DEMANDING</span> that you kill Smythe–that you smear him all over the cracked helipad like he totally planned on doing to you… before failing spectacularly, of course! Hell, you’ve got a <span class="mu-s">FULLY-LOADED CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION</span> stuffed in your pockets… and it isn’t even registered under your name! You could totally get away with it!
Striding over to the security chief’s prone, bloodied, and beaten form, you snatch the tattered hat from his bruised head and place it on your own at a roguish angle as you stuff his <span class="mu-s">DUMB METAL BOOMERANG</span> into your pocket as well!
Staring at you in utter confusion through a curtain of blood-soaked bangs, Smythe gets one last ‘<span class="mu-s">BLBRbLbRGGHRF!</span>’ out as you poke him in the forehead with your <span class="mu-s">STUN STAFF</span> and put him to bed!
The mountaintop grows eerily quiet as what you just accomplished sinks into your spectator’s skulls. The few remaining security guards toss their weapons to the ground as Hauser watches like a kid that just got grounded… for a <span class="mu-i">MONTH!</span>
Leaving your opponent to his late night siesta, you make your way over to the Hausers as Chuck rushes off to reconnect with his daughter!
“Bold choice, Diesel.” Remarks Mina as she wipes some of her father’s blood from her surprisingly-sharp fangs, “Do you really want to keep him alive after all this?”
“He’s gonna come after you, bro…” Warns Darren in a wary, but far more pleasant tone than the last time you talked to him, “One way or another…”
Death would be a mercy compared to what he’s gonna take the fall for, you explain as you turn your attention to Hauser, as will your old man here…
Hauser Sr. glares holes through your face before glancing back at his daughter. “<span class="mu-i">I was… I was right, you know… the company will be FINISHED once this is over… and you’ll be the ones that… that KILLED it…</span>”
Mina’s grip tightens around her father. “Up until a few minutes ago I was going to ensure you wouldn’t live to see it happen… but seeing how Diesel handled Uncle Reggie, well…” The heiress’ gaze shifts in your direction again. “... I’ve decided you can gloat about it alone in whatever miserable cell they throw you in.”
“Don’t drop the soap, <span class="mu-i">POPS</span>.” Adds Darren as he spits on his dad’s scuffed shoes, “That’s for Ronnie and the others that didn’t make it…”
>CONTD.
