(Red Rogue OST - Chant (Red Rogue Remix))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsKiW1oom3sYou hate sewers and you're starting feel real sick inside.
You are NOT wearing your usual badass police coat, but this horrid armored wetsuit instead. It's thick and tight and too damn warm, and it's chafing your carapace and folded-up wings. It's like walking through someone's mouth from how wet and hot it is.
The smell is fucking atrocious. You can't think of any worse place to bleed out in than here. All the sewage and waste water and garbage and shit pouring down these tunnels like blood down the veins of the earth, pipes and pumps rushing and circulating miles and miles in every direction, and you running around like some rat in a pumping station maze.
You're wide awake thanks to that <span class="mu-i">mmm yummy yummy modafinil</span> mushroom-tasting extract. Thanks to that, you sense all of this happening around you with greater clarity than before. At least there's drugs which help suppress the smell — there's drugs for anything and everything in America — but the accumulated stench of human waste is still unbearable.
Anyway.
You need to focus. You're still on the <span class="mu-b">4th strata down</span> and are looking for a way down. The service elevator broke down, so you pried open the doors and continued on foot.
You stop moving and listen. Here comes the stench of hounds and the sounds of multiple footsteps. Seems like a small group, maybe four to eight people. A superbright beam of light is coming around the corner, cutting through the dark like a knife. There's no time to call for Control; in a few moments, they'll see you.
How do you want to begin?
>Slip into the sewage and go past.>Get your gun and get ready to crack some skulls. <span class="mu-i">No shooting right now, according to the air analyzer. <span class="mu-r">Things could blow up.</span></span>>Write in. 