>>5207122“Well?” Eddie asks, joining you behind the vehicle, “What’s it say?”
‘<span class="mu-b">Come to the GALLERY when you’ve read this message. ALONE and TRICK-FREE, please--this show is for VIPs only. Failure to obey will cost blood–though not yours or mine.</span>’
Just when you’re about to read the last paragraph, a handful of <span class="mu-g">PHOTOGRAPHS</span> tumble out of one of the airplane’s folds onto the ground.
“Holy <span class="mu-i">shit</span>...” Talbot mutters as the color drains from Eddie’s face, “Is that-”
Yep, you whisper as your blood turns to ice, you’d recognize that cap anywhere.
Amidst a pile of photos depicting several <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY SECURITY GOONS</span> sits a picture of your pal <span class="mu-g">GUS–</span> his stoic face covered in cuts and bruises!
‘<span class="mu-b">Please don’t delay,</span>’ commands the note’s final finely-printed words, ‘<span class="mu-b">it pays to be prompt–especially now.</span>’
As you look up from the note, something in your expression sets something off in Talbot. “What the <span class="mu-s">HELL</span> are we waiting for, huh!?” He growls as he looks at you expectantly, “Gus–where is he!?”
Before you can respond, your plans are cut short by an ominous ticking noise from inside the APC…
<span class="mu-b">ROLL 1d100+5 FOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
