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>Phone the X-Threat leader, tell I’m to focus on corrosive attacks
You grab the phone hanging off of the fax machine and quickly dial up Upper Management. Shockingly, they actually pick up remarkably quick.
"Holy shit, I'm not sure what you're doing but it's working. What is it?" The gruff, older man (you don't know his title but executive sounds right) answers the phone.
"Right. Another piece of information, they might be affected by corrosives. I assume you were using bullets for the most part?"
"Why wouldn't we?" The executive snorts. "Corrosives, eh? Noted" You hear a lighter spark to life. "We'll do our best over here but uh. You might have a guest soon."
"Damn thing is bee-lining over to Alpha-1. That's where you're at, right?" "Y-yes?" "Ha. Well, at least it's barely holding together. You might actually survive."
"Shit. Wait, barely holding together?"
"Mmh. Got dozens of cuts and burn marks on it. Not sure how. See ya."
The phone hangs up. You're just left with your own thoughts. Shit, you really hope it would just be in the nearby area.
>Salt. Experiment with AFYN
The salt-based organism you think might be a human spins the old bolt action pistol around. Currently unloaded, given the three bullets that were made for it are resting on a nearby shell. (Alongside two fresh 9mm rounds.)
"Well, well, well! Didn't know Mr. Miller came here before me. Are you sure this is a PARADIGM?" Mr. Salt stops spinning the gun around and keeps a steady grip on it. His unarmed left hand twitches on its own before smacking himself across the face.
"WOAH!" He stumbles back, holding his hand towards his cheek.
<span class="mu-i">Ah, sorry. I always was a rowdy sleeper.</span>
Mr. Salt holds the gun up to his head as if he's still processing what he just heard. "Oh ho, a gun with some bark to it! Finally!" He gently tosses the gun up into the air before catching it. He grabs the counterfeit bullet and loads it in.
The gun vibrates for a moment before returning to a resting state. Mr. Salt chuckles as he pops the bullet out. "Ah, not your favorite, huh? Let's see." He does the same with the original bullet and the bullet found in the third floor office.
Neither of them got a reaction out of the gun. He grabs the counterfeit again and loads it in. Same reaction as before. The trigger locks up with a solid 'click'. Mr. Salt tries to put pressure behind it but it takes him a lot of strength to budge it.
[HOPELESS WRECK] IT REMINDS YOU Of WHEN SOMEONE TRIED TO PULL A GUN WITH THE SAFETY ON.
Unload, loads in one of the other two, and tries the trigger. This time, the trigger takes as much pressure as you would expect. Of course, he doesn't fire any of them for obvious reasons.
He unloads it for the final time and places it on a shelf, alongside the other (non-anomalous) guns. "Go back to sleep. I know how Millers are."
The gun shifts its position on the shelf by a few inches but otherwise doesn't respond. Mr. Salt exits Secure Storage.
