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Yep, you think to yourself as you listen to the goons desperately try to find ways to look busy, it’s all about the timing…
“Hey guys, what’s all the ruck-”
Dyl barely gets a word out before The Boss and her mook menagerie carpet bomb his position with ice magic! Seeing your chance, you use the moment to wrench open the window and grit your teeth as a gust of brisk air chills your face!
“Well whaddaya know,” Snaps The Boss as the others fall back to form a protective circle around here, “<span class="mu-s">INTRUDERS!</span> What did I <span class="mu-i">FUCKIN’</span> tell ya...”
“How’d they get in?” Frowns the one-eyed Mox, his mirth from earlier fading as he readies another spell!
“Musta’ found a way through the <span class="mu-b">BASEMENT…</span>” Replies the Gnok as he spits on the floor!
“Whad’ I miss, guys?”
The whole gang turns to face the blue-eyed Chytree you saw heading outside earlier!
“Sino…” Mutters the other Chytree, “About time…”
“Someone snuck in, <span class="mu-i">IDIOT</span>.” Growls The Boss as she skulks over to the newcomer, “Where the fuck were <span class="mu-i">you</span>, ey?”
“I was grabbing us some tea cakes…” Stammers the errand boy as some kind of bag rustles in his hands! Snatching them up, The Boss gives the contents a whiff and continues in a calmer tone.
“Hmmm… alright, that’s acceptable. Rest of ya’s spread out–if there’s any more uninvited guests round ‘ere I wanna meet ‘em…”
Not keen on getting what Dyl’s having, you give T a nod before glancing out the window and subsequently remembering you can’t see <span class="mu-i">SHIT!</span> Okay, you think to yourself, it’s all about timi-
“Who the HELLS cracked a window upstairs!?” Roars The Boss as she hobbles with grim purpose towards the stairs! “What, is it too <span class="mu-i">TOASTY!?</span>”
Yep, now’s a good time! In her usual helpful fashion, TT practically pushes you out the window–but you’re only on the second floor! Maybe there’s a snow patch or you can tuck and roll like in those Parkour vi-
<span class="mu-s">CRUNCH!</span>
Nope, it was just scrap metal… jagged scrap metal… ow.
If it makes you feel better, your partner’s fall is softened by her landing on your back! Hopping off of you with the speed and guile of someone who didn’t just leap face-first into a pile of scrap, the Durher tries her best to help you to your feet as you hear the commotion grow louder within the gang hideout!
Scampering off into the darkness like teens caught in the mall after hours, you don’t have to scurry for long before you’re joined by a familiar set of yellow eyes towering over you!
“Hey guys! It’s me–Volka!”
Oh thank god… if it was that Temple Guard <span class="mu-i">hunk</span>…
>CONTD.
