>>5156503Amidst the sea of baffled stares and whispered remarks you receive upon reaching the <span class="mu-g">SECURITY WING,</span> one Rent-A-Cop stands unshaken in the lobby with a bored expression barely hidden behind their mask.
“Parble, right? Name’s <span class="mu-b">JUN.</span> Thought you’d be taller.” Motioning you to follow, the security guard escorts you to a nearby elevator and dutifully presses the ‘<span class="mu-r">CALL</span>’ button. “About time you showed up–another hour in there and your pal would probably drown the whole bunker with all the sweatin’ she’s been doin’.”
Stepping into the elevator, you and Stanley take your place in the corner while Jun sticks a key into a slot beneath the floor buttons. “Anyways, got word from the higher-ups not too long ago: she’s free to go if you say so. Then again,” The guard pauses, shooting you a sideways glance through their mask lenses, “if you think she oughta’ stay, well…” He shrugs. “No skin off of my ass.”
Trying and failing to ignore the incessant <span class="mu-i"> lip-smacking going on next to your ear, you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at your escort. He doesn’t sound very worried about Denise.
“I’m not.” Jun shrugs as he drums his gloved fingers on the elevator wall. “When we picked her up in the parking lot trying to carry around those vats of… whatever they were, she just kinda froze up. Like a deer, right? Only a LOT sweatier.”
Yea, you sigh, picturing how it all played out in your head, sounds like her, alright. The elevator opens with a cheerful ding into a long, cement hallway. Following close behind the security goon, both you and your raccoon shrink back a bit at the booming sound and frigid air emanating from the vents above!
“She’s just down this way. I know you’re a bit of a… celebrity, but we’ve still got ground rules: Number 1: no touching. You wanna kiss her? Smack her? Do it once she’s released.”
The very notion of touching Denise sends a shiver down your spine. No THANKS!
>CONTD.</span> 