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Skitter, skitter.
Skitter, skitter.
Skitter, skitter.
That fucking noise.
How long has this thing been following you? Has it done it since you left the facility? The moment you stepped into U-Corp? Did it find the briefcases? Is it calm enough to a rational discussion with?
<span class="mu-s">"friends.wearebeingwatched.prepareforencounter."</span> ANOM whispers out with a flurry of fractured, wispy voices. <span class="mu-s">"maruyama,alexis,youarebestequippedforit."</span>
"Huh?" Alexis narrows his eyes at the tiny eldritch smoke horror leaking out of you. "M-mind being a bit clearer, Anom? What's going on?"
<span class="mu-s">"anomaly."</span>
That singular word puts everyone on your party on edge. The Handler's gaze darts around through the busy streets filled to the brim with people. Frank already has his sidearm drawn, ready for a confrontation. Adam clears his throat to get everyone's attention.
"If an anomaly is following us, I don't want a single citizen to get hurt if we confront it. We need to move somewhere more private. I say we start heading to the restaurant. It should be less populated if it intercepts up."
[EVERYTHING'S A NAIL] "No. I'm not going to let us run like FUCKING COWARDS! WE'RE KILLING THIS THING! RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" Frank violently jabs his index finger into Adam's chest. Adam immediately shoves the ETF agent away.
"Are you fucking retarded? You're going to draw too much attention to us!" Adam clenches his teeth. Sweat oozes down his face as he tries to be rational with the ETF agent. "We need to ambush it at the bare minimum."
[DISARMING PRESENCE] "...Besides, it's more intimate when it's only us and the anomaly, no?" Maruyama warmly smiles at the bickering pair. "We're not cowards. We're, uh, doing a strategical withdrawal Frank."
Frank scoffs but for now, he's willing to concede the point. "Fine. Let's get moving before it attacks us."
"Thank you."
"Fuck you." The positivity is not reciprocated at all but Maruyama clearly isn't letting it get to him for now.
With that situated, the seven of you promptly make a break for it. There's no point trying to be sneaky when you know COLD BLOODED INFORMANT has your scent.
Skitter. Skitter.
Skitter. Skitter.
The crowds of people wandering through the streets yell and shout out as your group keeps pushing past them. You don't have any time to slow down. Every bit of distance you make, the anomaly immediately catches up. You quickly SIGHTJACK a nearby member of the crowd to see him without turning your head around.
He's gotten a tiny bit bigger since you last saw him but he's otherwise the same as last time. A giant, fatty royal blue centipede with a bright white jacket. A mask of a fatty man is draped loosely over his head. Four briefcases are tied to his chitinous back with belts.
The crowd is beginning to notice the anomaly passing by them. It's only in quick, blurry glimpses so you have to keep sightjacking to get a clear sight of him but they are beginning to pick up on it. And they're starting to panic.
