>>5141925“First thing I did when this shit started was radio Cooper.” Blumenkrantz continues, clearly not hearing you shush your obnoxious bones. “Nothing. Tried for ages, but all I got was goddamn static.” A clump of ash falls from his cigar to the floor. “Learned later on from scouts that the <span class="mu-g">OUTPOST</span> was one of the first places hit. Guess someone told that Lich or whatever that it was important.”
So, you ask in a soft voice, it’s uh… gone?
The Chief of Security nods, not bothering to look your way. “Took them all by surprise. God<span class="mu-s">DAMN</span> butcher shop according to the reports.”
Blinking in recollection, you take a chance with another follow-up: didn’t <span class="mu-g">BORIS’ TEAM</span> check there for survivors?
“Too good for a guess, Parble–they were one of the first teams who got in.” Replies Blumenkrantz. “The enemy was already dug in when security teams arrived–<span class="mu-g">PONDEROSA</span> and his group managed to sneak in during the firefight.”
Huh, you mutter, so Bea told Mitzi the truth…
“Saw the after reports myself.” Blumenkrantz sighs, rubbing his temples. “Nothing but ghosts there now.”
As another uncomfortable silence settles in, the elevator dings open into the <span class="mu-g">ADMIN WING.</span> Stepping out of the elevator, you take a few steps before you feel a gloved hand clasp around your shoulder!
Preparing for an attack, you flinch just in time to block a-
“Parble.”
Blinking a few times to confirm you aren’t dead, you turn around to find the Chief staring you dead in the eye from behind his aviator shades. Y-yea?
“... Don’t fuck things up out there, got it?”
Speechless, you give him a quick nod.
“Good.” He growls as he releases his hold on you. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
>CONTD. 