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>You're just not a "questions" kind of gal
"Yeah," you say. "So that door you were talking about. Where is it?"
"The... door? Oh." Guppy lifts herself out of her slumped position. She still looks like herself, thank God. "Pat's door. Um... I don't know if the geography's going to be the same. I thought the whole place was coming down around our EARS, basically, so—"
"Doesn't matter," you say.
"If— if you SAY so. It was on the very upper level. Right in her office. The basement's all storage, the ground floor's production, then upper's security and the break room and stuff. Her office is... I don't think she ever uses it, except to come in and out of. But it's the one with the big weird statue just outside it. Can't miss it. If they got into security to lock stuff down, then the passcode's 8-33-177. They let ME pick it, so it's my birthday. 8-33-177. Same code for everything, actually."
Lucky clasps his hands. "That is very convenient, Ms. Villalovez."
"What the hell do you want from me? They didn't hire me for CREATIVITY. Nobody told me to make them different." She slumps back down. "It should be good for most of the doors, the alarm system, the—"
"Hey," you say. "Hold on. You can't just go— you can't just <span class="mu-i">tell</span> us this."
"What?"
"It's— it's not—" You have undefinable feelings about the matter. "Um, it's— it's cheating. That's what it is. It's cheating! We're supposed to be using our— our wits and prowess to figure everything out, not just hear the stupid answers—"
«What are you talking about.»
"This isn't a <span class="mu-i">game,</span> Ms. Fawkins," Lucky says. "A woman has been kidnapped."
"Shut up! I know that. But that doesn't mean we have to—" You place your hands on your hips. "You know what, I think you're so busy working in your dumb teams that you don't know how <span class="mu-i">true</span> adventuring works. Huh? And- and why do you even think the information would be good in the first place? She worked for them! She got paid by them! You got paid, right?"
"Yeah," Guppy says.
"She got paid! Her loyalties could be <span class="mu-i">slanted,</span> Lucky. Slanted. And even if—" Lucky has opened his mouth. "—even if you use your horrible truth torch thing, it only makes you say what you <span class="mu-i">think</span> is true. I know that for a fact. So what if they lied to her? What if they— they brainwashed her? Huh? She's probably brainwashed. And your <span class="mu-i">slavish reliance</span> on her fake facts would've gotten us all killed, if I wasn't here! So go ahead. Do you want to hear the fake facts? Do you want the evil propaganda to enter your mind? You—"
"I assure you, Ms. Fawkins, I'm quite impervious to... evil propaganda."
"So you're going to ask her about the fake facts?!" You're unsure why you're so heated up about this.
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