>>5143992All this <span class="mu-g">LODGE</span> talk reminds you: she’s practically running the show around here, right? Anything big going on around base? Furrowing her brow in thought, the personal assistant begins furiously typing away at her phone–so much so that the cutesy charms hanging from it start to swing around!
“Lots.” The phone begins. “In an attempt to keep our <span class="mu-g">VOLUNTEER SCOUTS</span> alive a little longer, the <span class="mu-g">ARENA</span> here in the <span class="mu-g">COMMONS</span> has doubled its sparring matches.” Gesturing to the poster covering the vent control button, you hear a derisive sigh escape Christy’s lips. “A waste of clean air, in my opinion, but it helps maintain order around here and keeps the habitual rabble rousers entertained.”
A tiny bell tingles in the back of your head. Well?
The PA raises an eyebrow. “Well what?”
Who’s the <span class="mu-g">CHAMP?</span>
Another sigh. “<span class="mu-g">BEA HENNIG,</span> not that I care.”
“I’d believe it.” Ly remarks following a low whistle. “She certainly looks like she can scrap…”
Yea, you nod, not to mention she’s the size of a friggin’ gorilla!
“There’s the <span class="mu-b">MISSING PEOPLE,</span> of course, but you’ve already heard the details from Bruckmann.” Christy continues. “I assume you’ll be taking care of that?”
Well <span class="mu-i">YEA</span>, you reply, puffing out your chest! Anyone else would screw it up!
“Excellent.” The phone drones as its user gives you a small grin. “I’d tell you to take care, but you probably wouldn’t listen.”
Wha? You ask as you finish adjusting your <span class="mu-b">WOLF CUT.</span>
“Exactly.” Christy replies with a frown. “Before you go anywhere, though, I believe I mentioned that <span class="mu-g">DR. DEVON</span> requested your presence.”
Yea, you nod, up in the <span class="mu-g">MEDICAL WING,</span> right? He looking for another marrow sample or something?
“Not quite.” Christ replies, shaking her head. “A <span class="mu-b">NEW SERUM</span> is ready to be produced similar to the one created from <span class="mu-b">BORIS’ SAMPLE.</span>”
Fighting the urge to shake your fist in anger, you instead motion for her to continue.
“He wanted your input before finalizing mass-production.” explains the PA. “Between you and me, I think he’s conflicted. You’ll have to check in with him to find out more.”
That puts a frown on your face. Conflicted?
“Like I said, he can explain more.” Christy replies with a shrug. “If you want my input, however, I would go forward with the mass production–the existing serum already helps quite a bit in staff retention–having a more potent healing reagent would do wonders in the coming battle.”
Right, you nod as you scan the ceiling for any bat-shaped interlopers. Wait, which battle again?
>CONTD. 