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But just in time for the massacre.
Several guards lie dead on the vine-choked floor with slashed throats or with bites taken out of their arms and armor. Still more of the strange fruits have been slashed apart and shot to pieces. White flowers in various forms of bloom and wilt are everywhere. There's a clear path cut through them, leading to the end of the hall. Has another Agent beaten you to the punch?
The heavy unbearable stench in the air smashes into you like an ocean wave. The entire hall smells like coppery blood and the special odor of spilled viscera underneath an entire department store's equivalent of dumped perfume. Then there's another smell. You find no words in any human language to directly describe it. <span class="mu-b">You can only say that that pheromone is an object of pure desire.</span> Your claspers start groping around uncomfortably. You let out a primal moth squeak and the noise murders your unnatural arousal. You can't lose control of the situation, much less your own body, any more than you already have...
You get a grip and focus on your surroundings.
This hallway is filled with numerous containment cells, protected with glass walls and housing the experiments located within. To your right, a vivisected fruit with various metal instruments juttng out of it. To your left... it's filled with compacted plant matter, like grotesque flesh. Goodness, that's disgusting. It writhes and squirms, brimming with vitality as it slaps against the glass.
This entire scene reminds you of a visit to the your own Company's Monster Facility, which every serious company seems to have a copy of, where you would rather not have to visit personally again...
You raise your handcannon and start to walk forward slowly. The sirens blare and everything is cast in a hellish, lurid red. How do you want to proceed?
>Rush through and blast anything that stands in your way.
>Continue at a measured pace and dispatch any attackers in melee.
>Write in.
