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Tossing the <span class="mu-s">SYRINGE</span> up and down, you turn to your stalwart companions and raise an eyebrow their way. Anyone wanna take one for the team?
“No thanks, bro,” replies Raj with an emphatic shake of his head, “Winners don’t do drugs!”
Hey now, you shrug, it might not actually be a <span class="mu-i">drug</span>, per se–hell, it could be some kind of <span class="mu-s">SUPER SERUM!</span>
“Yea, I’ll pass…” The skater laughs, “I’m super enough, thanks!”
Pepper, however, just stares at the syringe with a glimmer in her eyes.
“<span class="mu-i">Power…</span>”
You know what? Nevermind!
“Aww come <span class="mu-i">OOoOOooOOnnnn!</span>” Groans the redhead as you stuff the <span class="mu-s">SYRINGE</span> back into its case, “Just a teensy biiiit?”
No way, <span class="mu-i">Jose</span>! You’re slowly realizing that Pepper has two ‘<span class="mu-i">modes</span>’, so to speak: smug and pouting. Looks like she’s shifted back into <span class="mu-s">POUT MODE.</span> You don’t really give a crap.
With the meds secured in your voluminous pockets, you resume sifting through your ill-gotten gains: chief among them is a small <span class="mu-s">STICK-IT NOTE</span> with ‘<span class="mu-i">388 D</span>’ scrawled on it in black pen. Now <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> a weird cup size…
“Or a <span class="mu-i">password</span>,” scoffs your female associate. You can <span class="mu-i">dream</span>, okay?!
“What’s <span class="mu-i">this</span>, though?” Asks Raj in a rare attempt to be proactive! Before you can ask, the skater retrieves a <span class="mu-s">MAP</span> printed out on blue paper–the words ‘<span class="mu-i">LEVEL 7</span>’ printed in white at the top! “What do you guys think happened to the rest of the floors?”
If you had to guess, you sigh, you’d wager this floor, wherever it is, is <span class="mu-i">underground</span>...
“Fancy floor, too…” Remarks Pepper as she joins the two of you in looking it over. “You’re probably right, chief: those walls look like they’ve got supports.” She frowns. “For the <span class="mu-s">MINE,</span> maybe?”
Yea, you shrug, or a <span class="mu-s">BUNKER.</span>
“Or a <span class="mu-s">DUNGEON!</span>” Adds Raj! You sure hope not…
>CONTD.
