>>5268215“The <span class="mu-g">CONTROL ROOM</span> is close by.” Sybil explains as the two of you emerge from your hiding spot and continue along a barnacle-covered catwalk. “And it’s <span class="mu-i">operational</span>, from the sound of things.”
As if on cue, you can’t help but feel a slight <span class="mu-i">tingle</span> in the water around you–that and an almost pleasant warmth. It’s kinda nice!
“It’s probably <span class="mu-i">radiation</span>, Stan. It’s <span class="mu-i">not</span> nice.” Sybil hisses, clearly not appreciating all the cool memories you guys are making together on this journey. “We’d better hope these cloaks protect us… I don’t plan on turning <span class="mu-g">GREEN</span> any time soon.”
Yea, you mutter, mulling over the prospect of <span class="mu-g">GREEN SYBIL</span> in your head, it doesn’t really fit her, does it? Coming to a rusted ladder, you’re also met with a faded sign covered with various <span class="mu-r">COMMIE SLOGANS!</span>
“Nope–it’s directions.” Jumping at the voice, you breathe a sigh of relief when it just turns out to be your friendly <span class="mu-g">GLOWING SKELETON!</span>
“<span class="mu-g">CONTROL ROOM’S</span> dat’a way.” He reports, jabbing a spectral phalange down the corridor to your right. “Looks like all da’ equipment’s workin’, too, so dat’s not great. An’ there’s a bunch of ‘boneheads in there–even a <span class="mu-r">BIGWIG</span> wit’ a big hat an’ all!”
<span class="mu-i">Bigwigs</span>, you hiss, shaking your fist angrily at your side, there’s always a <span class="mu-i">Bigwig</span>, isn’t there?
“That is how a chain of command works, yes.” Sybil shrugs. “What else did you find, Ly?”
“Lots!” He chirps, proudly puffing out his ribcage! “Ya’ head that’a way an’ you’ll get to da’ <span class="mu-g">REACTORS.</span> They got a few guys down there, but dat’ ain’t da’ important bit–I think I saw a passage ta’ da’ <span class="mu-g">RUIN</span> in there, too!”
“Good.” Sybil says, smiling at both of you, “That’s our target, then.”
“One more thing…” The skeleton adds, nervously twiddling his thumb bones together, “If ya’ head <span class="mu-g">UP,</span>” he continues, pointing up the ladder, “Ya get to, uh, some kinda’ <span class="mu-g">ESCAPE POD.</span>”
“Escape pod?” Sybil asks, sharing a confused look with you. “I didn’t know these submarines had those…”
“Well it looked like one!” Your skeleton replies with a shrug! “But there’s only <span class="mu-i">one</span>--might not be a bad way ta’ cover some ground, yea?”
“That remains to be seen.” Sybil frowns. “Where did you say it was, again?”
“Ah, right, I fergot.” Ly mumbles under his breath. “It’s, uh, it’s past da’ <span class="mu-r">MISSILES.</span> Ones wit’ a whole lotta’ <span class="mu-r">RADIATION SYMBOLS</span> on ‘em.”
So wait, they’re just leaving those <span class="mu-i">lying around</span>?
“Don’t even think of it, Stan.” Scolds Syb. “I’ll admit your schemes have borne quite a bit of fruit recently, but we’re <span class="mu-i">not</span> meddling with <span class="mu-r">NUCLEAR WEAPONS.</span>”
Heh, not YET!
>CONTD. 