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Most of the chefs are backing away from your group, afraid that they'll be purged next.
[OVERCORRECTION] Adam quickly realizes that, yeah, maybe he shouldn't have killed someone without any justification.
The Handler decides its time for him to step in. "HEY! LISTEN! SHE WAS A TRAITOR AND SHE WAS GOING TO GET <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> KILLED IF WE DIDN'T DO SOMETHING!"
This is enough to stop them from running and to prevent them from screaming. For now, at least. The Head Chef finally steps into the kitchen and upon seeing the dead body, he's about ready to panic right as Adam clears his throat.
"U-uh, yeah. Our boss knows when certain people are...not trustworthy." Adam is still processing the fact he robotically sliced through someone's neck. "Look, Katherine is going to be here any second and she'll probably kill anyone who's still here. Let alone the rich patrons who will raid this kitchen soon enough."
"Yeah. You need to get out of here. Now." Frank jabs his thumb towards the back entrance. "That suitcase we have? It's a bomb. A bomb meant to kill her. Do you WANT to be here when a bomb goes off?"
"Look, I'll pay for all of the damages out of pocket for whatever happens. I'll even refer some of you to U-Corp for helping us out." The Handler pulls out his wallet and, after flipping through it, he tosses a dozen random credit cards on the floor.
"You guys can keep these. Go. Each of them has a five hundred buck limit on them. Go spend it."
The promise of free money, keeping their lives, AND not losing their jobs after this is too much for them to ignore. The chefs quickly scramble to grab a card before they pile out of the back entrance in droves. Your group stands by, keeping an eye on the entrance to the kitchen for whenever Katherine shows off.
The Head Chef glances back at your group. This man looks about ready to pass out the moment he leaves this place. With that, the kitchen is soon emptied out of everyone besides the five of you and the corpse of the Rat.
Well, make that seven. Maruyama and Alexis pile back into the kitchen through the back entrance as well. Probably because they saw the massive walkout.
Your group gives them a quick summary on what's going on but right as you're finishing doing so, you hear Frank yelling out something. You can't quite make it out. All of the noises he's making are incoherent angry squawks-
<span class="mu-r">Something whizzes right past your head.</span> Your eyes are barely able to process that it's something long, white, and rock hard. A bone.
You weren't target it was after. Right behind you is the Handler. He tries to swerve away from it but he's only fast enough to make sure it would hit his shoulder, not his neck.
If not for Benedict.
With a blitz of speed you did not expect from the robotic chef, he throws himself in front of the Handler. The bone tears right into the metallic half of his chest and damn near pierces right through it. The sound of twisting and tearing metal echoes throughout the empty kitchen.
