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>HEMATGON BAR x3 (RELIC CONSUMABLE. An old Russian classic made out of condensed blood, milk, syrup, and enough drugs to kill a horse. Heals 4 FLESH and replaces 1 CRIPPLING INJURY with a weaker version.)
>-$500! $5277 left!
"Fine. We concede. Let the three you tied up go WITH their weapons." Phi gestures towards the group you beat the shit out of.
You nod, glancing at Ashley and Lex. They promptly untie the three before reluctantly handing their weapons back to them.
"Pasternack. Liz. Qbert. Wait by the entrance with the survivors. Guard them. If we hear that you lay ONE hand on them, you'll be fed to whatever monsters are hidden in this facility."
They promptly get the hint. They scatter away from the group, heading back down the hallway you came on to guard the survivors. You just hope they can follow orders well enough to not stir shit. The ETFs and other goons promptly head down the northern hallway, not caring if you follow them or not.
"So. What's the plan now? Do we just work with them for the time being?" Alexis prods you with a question.
"I don't see why not. Look, we already secured the villagers, we're just here to get some extra cash at the end of the day." You shrug. That's really the only reason you're doing it.
"I respect the opportunist spirit! You don't get up in the corporate ladder without breaking a few eggs and mingling with the enemy!" You can't quite tell if Wendy was being sarcastic or not with that comment.
"Let's follow them before they decide to change their mind on the deal." Ashley urges the group to move on already. You do so, but not without getting a can from SHADOW something vending machine. You crack it open to see that the drink has already condensed into a sticky slurry that's basically inedible.
Good for ink at least- Oh Lex just snatched it out of your hand.
"Look. After that fucking bug stunt, I deserve this."
"ONE, RUDE. TWO, ASHLEY SAID IT AND WOULD YOU BLAME ASHLEY'S IMPECCABLE PLANS? DO YOU THINK I DID NOT NOTICE YOUR HEARTBEAT RAISING WHEN-"
"I could crush your head like a fucking watermelon, Quentin."
"AND I WOULD CRAWL UP YOUR ASS LIKE A BUTTWORM IN MY UNDYING ACT OF VENGNANCE, LEX. DO NOT TEST ME."
"Gay." Wendy and Alexis giggle in unison at the two play-bickering with each other. There's not much else to do since the hallway forward is a featureless stretch of stone. It's far too long for any reasonably cognizant architect to build; maybe they were drunk while making it? Who knows.
It takes a solid five minutes before you arrive at the barracks. As expected the room is a very simple and cramped series of bunkbeds smooshed together to save as much space as humanly possible. You count at least twenty or so bunkbeds and there's barely enough room for the six of you to stand a comfortable distance from each other.
That's when you hear a pair of footsteps from the only path forward: the eastern hallway (not counting the secret rooms you know are here.)
