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Hold on, Chuck, you whisper as you scurry over to his side, does he see what <span class="mu-i">you</span> see?
“I see two unconscious security guards sitting in the middle of the damn entrance! <span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> what I see!”
Man, how is he able to stay so quiet and yet sound so <span class="mu-i">urgent?</span> Look, you sigh, these guys have <span class="mu-s">UNIFORMS!</span> So could <span class="mu-i">we</span>!
“You realize these aren’t your little white-suited pals, right?” He hisses with growing irritation in his tone, “These are trained security personnel-”
And if we stay far enough we can look the part <span class="mu-i">too</span>, you reply! Now let’s move ‘em somewhere private!
“... that’s what we were <span class="mu-i">doing</span>.”
Oh yea, huh? Well c’mon!
You’re not exactly sure what counts as ‘<span class="mu-i">hidden</span>’ on the mountain top–for all you know there’s a sniper hanging from the top of the antenna by a bungie cord or something. Taking the unconscious goons further down the road, you find a patch of scrub and bushes… good enough, you think!
Placing them both beneath the leaves, you hear a faint crackle from both of the guard’s chests–<span class="mu-s">RADIOS!</span>
‘<span class="mu-i">Blue Two. Five guests main gate–three–no, four female, one male, no primary targets. Advise.</span>’
‘<span class="mu-i">Red Seven. Pack leader wants ‘em for interrogation. Detain and hold.</span>’
‘<span class="mu-i">Copy. Blue Two out.</span>’
“Sounds like some folks got your message…” Remarks Chuck as you curse under your breath. “And Smythe’s gonna want to see what they know…”
What the heck is he talking about, you groan, Smythe’s <span class="mu-i">dead</span>! You blew his ass up in the mine! Chuck looks at you as if you just told him you were Santa Claus.
“... Kid, does that <span class="mu-i">sound</span> like he’s dead?”
It <span class="mu-i">should</span>! Maybe they’re just… pretending! Y’know, so that morale stays high?
“I know Reggie well enough to know he doesn’t die easily…” Frowns the old man. “And if you <span class="mu-i">did</span> do that to him, well… you really oughta learn to make sure people are dead.”
That’s a skill you <span class="mu-i">never</span> want to get practice in, but fine… in any case, you’ve got <span class="mu-s">RADIOS</span>. You’ve got <span class="mu-s">RIFLES</span>. <span class="mu-i">AND</span> you’ve got <span class="mu-s">DISGUISES… WITH ARMOR!</span>
Who’s putting it on?
>BOTH!
>DIESEL!
>CHUCK!
And what about the <span class="mu-s">RADIOS?</span>
>TURN ‘EM OFF!
>NOTHING, JUST KEEP ‘EM FOR NOW!
>REPORT A DISTRACTION!
>TRY TO REDIRECT THOSE GUESTS!
>WRITE-IN!
