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And just like that, she hung up. You scowled at the phone for a moment, and then relayed the information to Prowler and the others. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, as a woman who fit Gloria’s description to a tee arrived to greet you in the parking garage. That really <span class="mu-i">was</span> an ugly ass bag.
She wore a low-cut black blouse, a dark blue skirt, purple leggings, and a pair of black, low-cut boots.
She casually waved a hand at you, as if you were meeting out for lunch. <span class="mu-b">“Attaché, at your service. Gloria told you about me?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Not much.”</span> Prowler grunted. <span class="mu-g">“You’re our ride?”</span>
Attaché smiled slightly, tapping a strange rhythm against the leather surface of her bag. <span class="mu-b">“Something like that. I can get you where you need to go, but it’ll take some time for me to get you back out. Try not to die or get caught in that time.”</span>
And then, she dropped the gaudy bag onto the dusty floor, kicked it open and took a step back. You bent over it to peek inside, and…you couldn’t see shit.
It was <span class="mu-s">dark</span> in there. If there was a bottom, you couldn’t find it. You glanced back up at her uncertainly, and her smile grew even wider.
<span class="mu-b">“Go on. Get in.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“In…the bag?”</span>
She nodded, her violet eyes twinkling with amusement. <span class="mu-b">“That’s right. I need both of you to hop right in. Don’t just dip your foot in, because that could be disastrous for you.”</span>
You shared a skeptical look with Prowler, but Attaché didn’t appear bothered by the lack of trust. Gloria <span class="mu-i">did</span> tell you that she would be coming to assist you. You didn’t think that she’d try and screw you over before you even got your hands on the synthezoid body.
After some deliberation, you took a deep breath and prepared to leap straight into the bag. Yup. You were gonna do it. Any second now. And a one, and a two, and a three…
Attaché rolled her eyes and tapped her wrist when she saw you doing stretches in order to prepare for your jump. A faint, purple light shone out of the bag’s open mouth, and you suddenly found yourself being pulled towards it!
It was a physical effort to unglue your feet from the floor and allow yourself to be sucked into the open bag. You could hear Prowler making a sound of alarm as you fell deeper and deeper into what you were quickly realizing was more than an ugly bag. That same shimmering glow that was emanating from the mouth of the bag was now surrounding you from all sides, like you were falling through a vertical tunnel of light.
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