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You’re in the belly of the beast right now, so you might as well go all the way! Motioning for Chuck to take the lead into the <span class="mu-s">BROADCAST BUILDING,</span> you sneakily take out your phone and pull a <span class="mu-s">PEPPER MANEUVER:</span> that is, starting a voice recording on the device before entering!
You scarcely make your way through the door before your heart skips a beat–and not in the <span class="mu-i">dreamy</span> way either! Amidst a jungle of unfamiliar broadcasting equipment stands Mina–her face practically <span class="mu-i">DRIPPING</span> with ire as her brother Darren lies on the ground writhing in pain as if someone fed him a whole pineapple pizza!
But what gives you pause isn’t that sight… flanked by two Hauser Security Goons stands a tall man in a black pinstripe suit with white, undyed hair…
And a scruffy-looking man wearing a familiar red Hawaiian shirt and hat next to him! His gaze shifts momentarily upon your entrance, but when he sees your uniform and Chuck’s, well… <span class="mu-i">rustic flair</span>, he turns his attention back to his patrons.
It’s a good thing you’re wearing a balaclava, otherwise they would’ve heard your surprised gasp, but as it stands, the group appears to have much more going on…
“I’m <span class="mu-i">not</span> doing it!” Snarls Mina as she stands between the old man’s goons and her downed brother, “There’s got to be another way!”
“Then you clearly haven’t been paying <span class="mu-i">attention</span>.” Purrs the man in the suit with a colder voice than hers! “This is no longer about your little school friends, my dear, this is about <span class="mu-i">business</span>.”
“Lying to my classmates so that your men can round them up and <span class="mu-i">slaughter</span> them? Is <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> what you call business?”
“<span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> men, girl! <span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> business!” Snaps the white-haired man as he angrily thrusts his finger at her face! “You heard my terms when I called you during that insipid leadership speech: <span class="mu-i">NO. LOOSE. ENDS!</span>”
Mina’s anger gives way to defeat as a low chuckle escapes Smythe’s mouth.
“Gotta pay if ya’ wanna play, Min. Them’s the breaks.”
Smug undead <span class="mu-i">asshole</span>--how is he alive and Pepper <span class="mu-i">ISN’T!?</span>
You feel a calloused hand stealthily brush against your shoulder–Chuck’s telling you to cool it…
>CONTD.
