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As the old man draws a bead on what you hope is some vital part of Rivka’s ride, you realize he might need a little more time to line up his shot…
… and as far-fetched as it sounds, you really want to hear how this bitch knows you!
Alright, you retort as you step between the mad scientist and your pals, let’s hear it! And this had better not be another <span class="mu-i">RUSE!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">HAH!</span>” Rivka scoffs, making a show of recoiling from the perceived stupidity of your suggestion, “<span class="mu-s">PROFESSOR RIVKA ILLYANKA BERTRUGER</span> needs no ‘<span class="mu-i">RUSES</span>’! And I think you know <span class="mu-i">QUITE</span> well when we first met… or rather… that fateful NIGHT!”
Confusion clouds Pepper’s worried expression. “Er… Diesel?”
She’s full of shit, you snap, you never <span class="mu-i">banged</span> her-wait a second… <span class="mu-i">NIGHT?</span>
Rivka’s goggles light up with glee as she continues to bob up and down. “Yes, Diesel Crash! Do you remember now, hmmm?”
You do… it was years ago, but you remember it as clear as crystal: a defenseless girl backed into an alleyway by a gang of thugs… the Seccorino Family, they kept saying… rain washing the blood off of your bruised knuckles… cop car lights and sirens shining off of the girl’s teary, horrified face… you still remember the look on your parent’s faces when they were called to the station-
“No idea what you’re blathering about!” Chirps Rivka as she obnoxiously slurps from her coffee! “It was a <span class="mu-s">WEEK</span> ago, you dolt! <span class="mu-s">LAST FRIDAY</span> to be precise!”
Settling back into her servant chair, the scientist paints a picture with her words like a grandmother telling a story!
Oh <span class="mu-i">brother</span>...
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