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"No, he's wearing a mask, but he seems to know all of us by name and he's got an axe to grind; no pun intended. He's holding some kind of grudge-- he told me I took everything away from him six years ago, and now he's back to get revenge or something."
"Six years ago? I was still in training, but I do remember the one thing making waves back then was the Decker case. In fact, if memory serves, Coach Decker was sentenced to life six years ago today."
"Amber said she got the chair this morning."
"Good riddance."
"Tell me about it..."
"Did he say anything else? Do we have any other clues?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure he's wearing Coach Decker's tracksuit. Oh, and I found this..."
Stephanie showed Megan the perfume bottle. The Sherriff's Deputy turned it over in her hand, examining it under the beam of her flashlight. There was a red sticker at the bottom.
"Wait, that's an evidence tag. This is from the Decker case-- Where did you get this?"
"Um, he dropped it..."
Stephanie tossed the bottle in her backpack just as they reached the shed; the small porch finally providing a welcome break from the pounding rain. She turned the doorknob but the door wouldn't budge.
"Oh, right." she took out the crowbar, stuck it right between the lock and the frame, planted her feet and pulled.
*CRACK!-creeeak*
"There we go."
The both of them walked inside; Megan standing by the door to keep an eye out for any unwanted visitors while Stephanie made a bee line to the generator. The girl grabbed a can and poured enough gasoline to see the level rise to the lip of the tank, plugged it back shut and wiped her forehead as she moved to the front of the contraption.
"Let there be..." she crossed her fingers and punched the big red button staring back at her.
*CHUNK!*
"...light!"
*brum*
*brum*
*brum-brum-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM!*
Gears started spinning, loose panels rattling, and needles dancing in their gauges as decades-old machinery sprang to life in a labored but joyous mechanical ballet.
Megan tried the switch by the door.
Warm yellow light illuminated the cabin.
"Yes!" Stephanie ran to the door and eagerly looked toward the house; lights slowly popping up on several windows.
"Good job, Steph. Now, let's go find the others."
"Just a sec..." Stephanie walked over to the workbench and grabbed the hefty yellow McCulloch Super 44 resting in the middle, disturbing a number of spiders and assorted bugs from their slumber as she pulled the chainsaw free from its cobweb chains. She yanked out her belt and strapped her new weapon on her back.
>Got Chainsaw
>The Chainsaw doesn't take up space in your inventory
>Inventory:
>[Slinky], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [Charlie Blue]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger], [Birthday Picture], [Chainsaw]
"You sure you can handle that?"
"Can't be that much different than a hand mixer, right?"
