>>5329119“Wow,” Eddie gushes from one of the deck chairs, “So you had to deal with demons too!? And there’s one <span class="mu-i">inside</span> you now?!”
Yea, idiot, you groan as you stare upwards into the cloudy night sky, that’s exactly what you just spent the last few minutes explaining!
“<span class="mu-i">A-and th-the lab…</span>” Denise adds, nearly frothing at the mouth, “<span class="mu-i">Y-y-you left it intact?</span>”
“Indeed!” Sybil grins from the chair she and Art are sharing, “We’ll have to return once this is all over–there’s so much to learn…”
“Just be cautious of the security systems, if you please.” Teevor warns, watching the water from the yacht’s guardrail, “We never really perfected cleaning up intruder remains…”
“Won’t be long before this all ends, will it?” Tucker remarks as he watches Kiki clean her <span class="mu-g">LIGHT MACHINE GUN.</span> “We’re really in the home stretch now.”
“Just a few more boneheads to smash and boom–back to normal.” Nods Mitzi from behind her <span class="mu-g">MAGAZINE.</span> “Well, as normal as everything can get once this is all wrapped up, yea?”
“Well we’re not done yet…” Art frowns, his helmet placed next to the deck chair. “And this last part isn’t gonna be easy, is it?”
“Yea, well…” Talbot shrugs from the seat next to yours, “If this shit was easy then it’d be boring, right?”
“Nnnnot really a concern of mine, to be honest,” Art retorts, “But I’m glad you’re enjoying things.”
“Come on, Artie,” The janitor smirks, “If anyone should be happy about all this shit it’s <span class="mu-i">you</span>.”
“Yea, well…” The Rent-A-Cop mutters as he follows Talbot’s gaze over to Sybil, “I uh… I guess it’s bittersweet?”
“Yea…” Mitzi nods, still hiding behind her reading material, “Bittersweet as <span class="mu-i">shiiiiit</span>.”
Looking out at the horizon, you see the warm, inviting skeleton of your hometown still burning in the night–along with that fucking eyesore of an <span class="mu-r">EVIL FORTRESS</span> floating overhead amidst a blanket of smoky, ash-filled clouds. How long until you get back to the docks, anyways?
“Twenty minutes, tops.” Gus grunts from the helm next to his fuzzy co-pilot. “Van’s parked around there too, right?”
Right, you nod, unless someone <span class="mu-i">dicked</span> with it!
“Well in that case,” Eddie remarks as he rises from his chair, “I’m gonna enjoy the view for a little longer before we hit land.”
“Yep, enjoy it while it lasts!” Tucker laughs as he rises as well. “Night’s not over yet.”
As the rest of your pals spread out across the yacht, you find yourself with even <span class="mu-i">more</span> free time–at least until you go ashore, that is.
>CONTD. 