>>5377378>>5377495>>5377634>>5377883>>5378084>>5378103>>5378136>>5378141>Invite Gillian to lay low at pur place with us"Lay low? What are you..."
Gillian puts her tentacled hands on the face of her fishbowl and blubs in severe frustration
"You're right... that crazy molly will probably be coming after me if she beats her sister and the cyborg. Thinks she owns me... and you guys too."
After some more sulking, the mutants sits up again with a great big sigh. She holds her hands up to be hoisted
"Fine... My tower is probably done for anyways. But if this turns out to be even more trouble, I'm gonna be livid."
>Go get Jab and go on homeAmanda lifts the squid in a princess carry and Reb starts to lead the way. The four of you commandeer a bandit's abandoned death tuk-tuk, tomboy at the wheel as you speed off into the night.
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The starts shine on a moonless night, your crew only illuminated by the blue shine of Reb's HDD and the trace glow of the headlights. After some time kicking up dust through the desert, you eventually arrive at an old unassuming gas station, long abandoned and sucked dry of fuel. White catgirl handprints --or paw prints depending on how you look at it-- are painted on the outside of the building to mark it as taboo, a place that should be avoided due to some superstition or another.
Once Reb leads you through a secret hatch behind the freezer doors, you see why. A large, imposing bunker door glows a threatening red before you all. On the door itself looks to be a heavy knocker, and just to the side an old dusty intercom. Gillian, having fallen asleep in Amanda's arms, squirms in discomfort at the presence even through her slumber. Reb gives you a reassuring nod.
"This is the place. Don't worry, guy, it's just for looks. She's apparently some kinda 'e-girl cybergoddess', whatever that means. Gotta keep up appearances!"
>What do you do? 