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Though you still hear screeching from the floor above, you hesitate for a moment more as both Rodney and Vivian slowly unthaw! You found a safe… well, safe<span class="mu-i">ish</span> place, you begin, but you wanna ask a few things before they go!
Rodney responds with a derisive laugh! “You should know by now that I don’t give out info that easily to my <span class="mu-i">SWORN ENEM-</span>”
“Sure, dude, ask away!” Chirps Vivian!
Those creatures, you begin as you smirk at Rodney’s clear displeasure, did they see any other types? Flying ones? The big guy from earlier?
The chef rubs her chin in thought. “Nope, just the one you guys just <span class="mu-i">seasoned</span>...” She concludes with an approving grin! “I was in here when they came crashing through the windows–didn’t hear any wings or nothin’, but they seemed like decent climbers with those claws of theirs…”
“After my, uh… <span class="mu-i">Tactical Retreat</span>,” Adds Rodney as he tries and fails to make it sound cool, “I was wandering through the woods for a while…didn’t see any other monsters, but I did see a few <span class="mu-i">PEOPLE</span>!”
“Who?” Asks Pepper as her eyes light up with piqued interest!
Your old ‘pal’ smirks. “Nothing is free, my dear, but if you were to-”
You give his stomach a free sample of your fist.
“OOF! Nice one…” He groans as he slides to the floor, “Well that <span class="mu-s">NURSE</span> patched me up after our little scrap… said she was trackin’ down some of the other missing kids…”
“Anyone else?” The redhead asks.
“Yea…” Nods Rod as you brandish your fist at him again, “Some older guy with a <span class="mu-s">RIFLE</span>…”
You blink. <span class="mu-i">Hauser</span>?
“Who?”
The <span class="mu-s">CEO</span>, you idiot! The guy who owns the island!
“Oh shit!” Sputters Rodney as Vivian and Raj watch with growing amusement! “I uh… I don’t <span class="mu-i">think</span> so… the guy was wearin’ flannel, y’know? Like some kinda’ <span class="mu-i">WOODSMAN</span>.”
“Or a <span class="mu-s">GROUNDSKEEPER…</span>” Muses Pepper as she sends a glance in your direction.
“Hey, yea!” Grins your fellow <span class="mu-s">PIZZA DELIVERER</span>, “Say, you’re pretty smart, red!”
“Eeeh, save it…” The journalist mutters as a grin forms on her face and her cheeks turn a little redder. This guy right here…
>CONTD.
