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You don’t. The Cartel and underhanded tricks go together like <span class="mu-b">GREASE MONKEY’S TWELVE-PIECE GREASESTRAVAGANZA</span> and a heaping dollop of their patented <span class="mu-b">FAT SAUCE</span>... and while you’d appreciate any help you can get, you’ll feel a lot better if it’s Trier’s Teksouls taking the hits!
There <span class="mu-i">is</span> one exception that comes to mind, though–someone who’s been denied a good slaughter for threads now…
Rezzie. The demon perks up like a dog that just heard the word ‘<span class="mu-i">Walk</span>’.
“Y-yea…?” She stammers, trying and failing to contain the growing excitement in her voice! “Let me guess–you need me to stay here while you <span class="mu-i">TALK</span> them all to death…”
Actually, you retort, you don’t plan on leaving any of those Durhernappers standing… and you can only think of one gal powerful enough to torch the whole neighborhood!
As your words slowly sink into the satanthing’s psyche, her face contorts into somewhere between confusion and…
<span class="mu-i">happiness?</span>
Is… is she about to cr-
You’re tackled off of your still-wiggly legs and onto the ground as the feisty fiend flattens you into a hug that squeezes your heart into your throat like a tube of toothpaste!
“Y-you really MEAN it!?” She sputters, eyes wide and twinkling like a kid going to a theme park! “I <span class="mu-i">WILL</span> kill you if you’re joking, An<span class="mu-i">T-” The name catches in her throat. “... Anton…”
“But… Anton-”
It’s fine, you reply as the confidence in Volka’s face gives way to concern, you’re gonna cash in on one of Trier’s favors too. It won’t just be you and Rezzie!
“That doesn’t explain why you intend to leave us here.” Oti argues, eyes dimming with each word!
It does, actually, you retort as your favorite devil continues to nuzzle your chest, if Lutza’s gambit works, Vhale might still go to the concert tonight… and even if he doesn’t you can almost bet they’re whipping up some foul play! Your eyes sweep across your teammates that didn’t make the cut.
There’ll be innocents attending the concert tonight–you need them all here in case things go South… here and ready to leave at a moment’s notice!
If any of your teammates have anything to say in response, they keep it to themselves. And Volka? The Skog merely lifts you and Rezzie off the floor and traps you in a boneshattering embrace of her own!
“Just…” She sniffles, holding you tight enough to make your eyes bulge, “Just get her back… okay? Safe and sound…”
That’s… that’s the plan, you wheeze, still sandwiched between Rezalith and Volka’s mighty bicep! When it becomes clear to her that she’s suffocating you, the Skog gently places you both back in front of the elevator with a sheepish grin.
“Meet back here, then?” Morook asks, his voice barely changing after your rendered verdict.
Yea, you nod and grin, just keep an ear out for the <span class="mu-s">BOOMS….</span>
>CONTD.</span>
