The first step, you reason, is to track down wherever that <span class="mu-s">SECURITY ROOM</span> is–that way you’ll know which one <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> to blunder into!
“That’s usin’ the old noodle, chief.”
Damn right it is! Leading the charge down the hall, you channel every stealth game you’ve ever played and stalk down the corridor like some kind of urban panther! Despite how many doors there are on this floor, it’s smaller than you think! You barely have to search before you start to feel your teeth vibrate and a faint drone in your ears…
“<span class="mu-i">Is that…</span>” Whispers Pepper as she clutches her jaw in confusion, “<span class="mu-i">What IS that??</span>”
You get your answer when one of the nearby doors bursts open revealing a tired-looking <span class="mu-s">DISCO GOON</span> and releasing an unholy racket across the whole damn floor!
https://youtu.be/FUCXhTHXe7Y“<span class="mu-s">I SAID I’M GONNA GRAB SOME TREEEEEAAAATTSS!</span>” Roars the apparently female guard as she tries to clean out her ear with her thumb!
“<span class="mu-s">GRAB ME SOME BEEERSSS!</span>” Roars a voice from inside the room as you and your partner dart around the corner!
“<span class="mu-s">HOW MANY!?</span>” His fellow guard shouts, tapping her dress shoe on the carpet with growing impatience in her tone!
“<span class="mu-s">LIKE… LIKE SEVEN!</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">WHAAAAT?!?!</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">SEEEEVEEENN!</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">THAT’S A LOT OF BEERS, HANK!</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">THAT’S THE POOOOIIINT!</span>”
Shaking her head in defeat, the goon storms off down the hall in the direction of the stairs. Guess she’s grabbing some beers…
Peeking into the <span class="mu-s">SECURITY ROOM</span>, no small feat thanks to the goddamn <span class="mu-i">MASSAGE</span> your face is getting from the bass rushing through the crack in the door, you find yourself staring into an unyielding abyss of inky blackness… save for a cluster of <span class="mu-s">CAMERA FEEDS</span> and <span class="mu-s">COMPUTER MONITORS</span> piled up in the corner!
From the pocket of light made by the monitors, you can see the faint outline of someone sitting in front of them-their bald head telling you they’re probably another <span class="mu-s">DISCO GOON–</span> hard to say!
“<span class="mu-s">CAMMY!</span>” He roars, not bothering to look up from his <span class="mu-s">GAMER SETUP,</span> “<span class="mu-s">TOO MUCH LIIIIGHT! SHUT THE DAMN DOOOOOOR!</span>”
How do you approach this?
>SHUT THE DAMN DOOOOR AND LEAVE-YOU KNOW WHERE THE SECURITY ROOM IS NOW!>CREEP INSIDE AND TRY TO WATCH OVER HIS SHOULDER FOR A BIT!>IT’S DARK… PRETEND TO BE A FELLOW GOON AND CHAT HIM UP!>KNOCK HANK OUT AND GO THROUGH HIS GAMER RIG!>FUMBLE AROUND THE ROOM AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN PICK UP!>WRITE-IN! 