>>5754812Mud. Mud and metal. You nearly lose your shoes a few times as you tromp through the quagmire the construction site’s turning into, and as you examine the skeleton of the lavish clubhouse to be, you fail to notice anything out of the ordinary!
See anything, Pep?
“N-no…” She stammers, “They didn’t get a lot of work done on it yet, d-did they?”
She ain’t wrong there. Construction must’ve begun a few weeks ago or something given how barebones the structure is. Most of the building materials: rebar, girders, cement mix, all of it sits derelict among the site’s base frame, and save for the muddy pit in the center you just can’t seem to find anything resembling a secret entrance! Not that you expected it to be easy, of course!
Helping Pepper yank her shoe free of the mud for what must be the sixth or seventh time, you start to feel anxiety kick in–even if the entrance was here at the clubhouse, you’re wasting time trying to track it down! And maybe it’s the slow pace or the rain soaking through your T-Shirt and Pants and into your undergarments, but simply being out here is enough to get you mad…
“I-it’s…” Shivers the redhead as she leans closer to you for warmth, “I-it’s n-not…”
We don’t <span class="mu-i">know</span> that, you counter, not for sure!
The girl shakes her head and refuses to back down. “N-not here…”
You get that she’s worried, you retort with growing impatience in your tone, but this is <span class="mu-i">life</span> and <span class="mu-i">death</span>, okay!? We’ve gotta be sure!
“Th-there’s barely anything to hide behind…” She argues through chattering teeth, “A-and w-we would’ve seen-”
For a moment you want to shout at her. Tell her to get over her water thing already and actually <span class="mu-i">HELP</span>, but you rein it in with a deep breath. Pepper loves snooping better than anybody–water or not she wouldn’t dare leave a possible scoop without good reason…
>CONTD. 