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An overpowering wave of nausea, disgust, and mild annoyance washes over you as your next words seal your doom:
<span class="mu-s">DENISE GOES FREE.</span>
“Okay, christ… don’t gotta <span class="mu-i">shout</span>...” Jun mutters as a sound akin to a boiling tea kettle escapes from the prisoner’s mouth.
<span class="mu-s">DENISE WILL REMEMBER THAT.</span>
Ushering her towards the door with his baton, the Rent-A-Cop motions for you to follow as well. “C’mon, Lars’ll have her stuff ready.”
Following suit, you try your best to ignore the wide, spectacled eyes currently burning holes into your face as your entourage continues down the hall past countless identical cell doors. Wonder how many other rabble rousers they’ve got down here?
“Right, before I forget…” Jun mutters before taking out his radio. “Control? We’re discharging Prisoner D-4667 per-yea, that’s right.” Keeping his baton close to Denise, the guard turns away from the radio to look at you. “Control says hi.”
Err, hey?
“She says ‘hey’. Yep.” Jun nods as you approach the checkpoint you entered from. “Yea–send a <span class="mu-g">BURNER TEAM</span> down when you get the chance–hell, send a priest if you’ve got one. Cell could use a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> of sterilization. Right. Over.”
Buzzing open upon your approach, the checkpoint gate allows you passage over to Lars’ desk once more. Not bothering to look up from his reading material, the guard nudges a bag dripping with sweat to your side of the table.
“Change in there. Leave the jumpsuit inside.” Denise picks up on it before you do–a door to your right clicks open revealing a changing room of sorts–more of a closet, really. Looking to Jun for confirmation, the scientist gives you all a shaky, if not grateful, smile as she takes her belongings in hand.
“<span class="mu-i">It w-w-was n-nice m-meeting you a-</span>”
“No it wasn’t, nerd. Get lost.”
“<span class="mu-i">O-okay! H-ha ha!</span>”
Scurrying into the changing room, you, Jun, Lars, and even Stanley share a weary look. What the Hell have you done?
“Not <span class="mu-i">our</span> problem anymore.” Lars shrugs before returning to his magazine.
“My advice, Parble? Keep an eye on her.” Jun whispers as he pokes his baton towards the changing room. “You know what they say about cornered animals, right?”
Yea, you nod as your wild animal snatches a lukewarm paper cup of coffee off of Lars’ desk, don’t feed them after midnight…
“That’s not it at all.”
Your witty response is cut off by your new ‘pet’ accidentally dropping her coffee onto your boots. Damn it!
>CONTD.
