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You’re still on borrowed time here, that’s for sure, so rather than choosing one place to scope out, you instead turn to the groundskeeper and Raj and point in the direction of the <span class="mu-s">SPECIMEN STORAGE</span> area! Why don’t you guys ‘<span class="mu-i">CHUCK</span>’ out that area for anything useful?
The old man ponders shooting you for a moment before replying with a disinterested grunt. “And what’ll you two be doin’? Tapping the glass?”
They couldn’t <span class="mu-i">pay</span> you to get close to those things at this point… not that there ever <span class="mu-i">was</span> a point you’d be down for that! No, you reply, you and Pepper will snoop around the <span class="mu-s">TESTING</span> area–if these eggheads figured out a way to deal with these things and the parasites controlling them, you’ll find it in there!
“Hey, yea!” Nods Raj before the three of you simultaneously shush him, “<span class="mu-i">Err… yea! Maybe there are some survivors in the cages!</span>” He whispers.
Or something to uh… <span class="mu-i">calm them down</span> if they… <span class="mu-i">lose control</span>... you mutter as you give Chuck a knowing, pleading look.
Thankfully the old man’s more perceptive than he lets on. “... Let’s go be heroes, kiddo.”
“Awesome!” Hisses the skater as he gives you and Pepper a reassuring thumbs up, “Let’s meet back here if anything big happens!”
You hope it won’t…
Watching your two fellow dudes head off in their own direction, you turn to Pepper and nod–time to mosey.
“Didn’t want to worry you, chief,” She begins in a quiet voice as you two make your way across the catwalk, “But Raj is… I don’t think he’s gonna last much longer…”
You wouldn’t blame him, you sigh–it feels like something’s scraping away the back of your brain with a toothpick… and it’s <span class="mu-i">working</span>.
“Chin up, buttercup,” Pepper retorts as she gives you a soft, but reassuring hip-bump, “If there’s anything that can cure you guys, we’ll find it here!”
Can’t forget about the others on the mountaintop too, you reply wearily, there’s gotta be at least a few ticking time bombs up there too…
“We’ll just give ‘em a ring on that <span class="mu-s">HEADSET</span> once you’re cured!” The girl replies with a wry grin! “Done deal!”
You smile back at her, but you don’t bother getting your hopes up–you’ve resisted the parasite this far, but if you don’t find a cure soon, well…
You pray to whatever god is listening that she’s right…
>CONTD.
