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They're brighter than normal. You assume this is from the massive gash in your arm leaking out foul pink-purple gas.
Terrence's body immediately locks up thanks to your PUPPETEER attack. He tries to scream out for his guards but it's too late. Frank wraps his arms around his neck to put him into a chokehold while Adam covers his mouth with his hands.
Benedict, doing what he's best at, immediately thrusts his blade arm into Terrence's bloated stomach. A stilted, muffled gurgle is the only sound he manages to make before Adam and Frank let go of him. With well-trained strikes, Frank and Adam jab their knives into his back and front respectively.
His eyes immediately gloss over as if his soul was sucked right out of him. As soon as you let go of PUPPETEER, he falls limply onto the floor below. You let your emotions get the better of you by reeling your boot back and immediately stomping it down on his head.
A sickening crunch tells you all you need to know.
"Fuck yeah." Drool pours out of Frank's mouth from the sight of this chubby fuck bleeding out onto the floor. "That was sick."
Alexis is giggling to herself upon seeing this pathetic mess die in front of her. You can't blame her.
>+0.5 RAPPORT with ALEXIS AND FRANK!
>RESTRAINT IS NOW 10/11, -1 from DISASSOCIATION. +2 WILLPOWER TO ALL ALLIES WHILE ANOM IS ACTIVE!
"We have to leave. Now." The Handler is not as pleased, if only from a pragmatic standpoint. "The moment they see this corpse, they'll know it's us.
"Yeah, yeah, Bronze Dome. Give us a moment to savor-"
"No, we have to leave now-"
[ETF TRAINING] "Fine, fine! If you want to be such a fucking bore. Help me." He begins to lift up the corpse. Your group promptly helps him to drag it back over to the chair at his desk. As soon as he's settled, he spins the chair around.
"There. That should buy us some time." Huh. Clever. They'd have to go all the way over here to check on him.
<span class="mu-s">"movehumanspleasemove"</span> A voice whispers out.
You glance down at your arm where that voice came from. A jumbled mess of features has condensed in the mist leaking out of your arm. ANOM is not human in the slightest. It is a gaseous mass of antler, hands, string, eyes, and brain matter in a roughly spherical form.
<span class="mu-s">"hisfleshwillrotquicklyitwillsticktous."</span>
The Handler can't even pretend to process what he's looking at, nor can most of your other allies. Alexis seems to be the only one remotely able to process what she's seeing. "How's Sable been?"
<span class="mu-s">"loud."</span>
"Tracks."
"Who the fuck is Sab-" "We gotta move." Before The Handler can pry further, Maruyama exits the room in a hurry. Your group promptly rushes out of the club before anyone can realize what you just did. Now that you're back out of the streets and making a LOT of distance from the club, it's clear where you have to go now.
The office you 'rented'.
It doesn't take long. Oddly so. It usually takes a while to go anywhere on the City on foot but you're there in the blink of an eye.
