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No time to waste here–there’s no telling what kind of trouble Stan will get into if left to her own devices, especially when other people’s lives are hanging in the balance! While the vent and the catwalk have promise, you opt to keep it simple and make for the fire doors. Another simple lock hooked up to an old alarm system greets you on the other side of the warehouse, but it fails to give you any trouble.
Emerging in a dimly-lit maintenance hall, you’re greeted by a seemingly-endless series of doors–each one about as nondescript as the next.
“<span class="mu-s">Formal introductions are later in the program, I’m afraid… enter the next room, if you please.</span>” Another speaker crackles to life with the mysterious puppet master’s rough voice, no doubt responding to some of Stan’s patented ‘<span class="mu-i">charm</span>’. “<span class="mu-s">Oh, and please refrain from any outbursts involving weaponry or that EYE of yours… this IS an art gallery, after all. Wouldn’t want to damage any of the exhibits, would we?</span>”
Cupping a hand to the side of your helmet, you can just barely make out a muffled swear somewhere amidst the sea of doors. Was it on the left? The right? Down the hall? God forbid this jerk picks something simple, like a <span class="mu-g">ZOOMMART</span> or something… Trudging down the corridor, your nose wrinkles behind your mask’s filter as you continue to pick up the scent of some kind of turpentine… and something <span class="mu-i">fouler</span>. The smell seems to strengthen further down the hallway, but Stan’s voice sounded nearby…
“<span class="mu-s">Question Number 1: think carefully now…</span>” The voice booms <span class="mu-i">just</span> when you’re about to get your bearings, “<span class="mu-s">Relax–this should be simple, especially for you. No, no–they’re both quite comfortable… for now.</span>”
You curse. Figures he’d be one of those ‘<span class="mu-i">sociological</span>’ types. You’ve gotta find him or Stan and <span class="mu-i">FAST</span>!
“<span class="mu-s">Neither need much of an introduction: the man is, as you can plainly see, a COMMON LOOTER–a greedy parasite profiteering off of CLEARWATER’S MISERY…</span>”
He pauses. You can just barely pick up Stan’s muffled voice–it’s close!
“<span class="mu-s"> …Working in politics? You’ll have to ask him later when he isn’t gagged. If ‘later’ even occurs for him, that is. As for the other, well… what more can I say that your eyes haven’t already discerned?</span>”
Damn it, you hiss, you can’t see! If only you could look through Stan’s perspective somehow! <span class="mu-i">Drat!</span>
>CONTD.
