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<span class="mu-s">"T-the last two days weren't pointless. I was making such good time BEFORE YOU WASTED IT ALL!"</span>
[LOW RESTRAINT?] Casey tries to say something to change the spook's mind but the words die in her throat. Suddenly, a switch flips in her mind. Casey spits out something with a discordant mix of corporate cheer and knightly bravado. "Is that so? I honor thy dedication towards thine ideals! But I too have my own ideals!"
"I shan't hurt someone who is disarmed and unable to fight back! I see no honor in killing you! We shall let you go. Peacefully."
You instinctually let go of your restraints on the Spook. She slams into the ground HARD. The Spook immediately curls up in the fetal position, too wracked with pain to fight back or say anything else.
>33!
Yet, as if forcing herself to push on despite the pain, the Spook stumbles up to her legs. Her balance is shaky but she's able to stand for now. Her shotgun isn't that far away yet she doesn't go for it. She doesn't even bother looking back at it.
<span class="mu-s">"Why?"</span>
"Why what?"
<span class="mu-s">"What sort of SICK GAME is this? I-Is the cowboy going to come in to dome me? I-Is this some torture technique I haven't been taught yet? WHY are you doing this?"</span>
"Naomi said her piece. Casey wanted to show that we're not going to start anything unless you start something. Make your choice."
The Spook is about to say something but that's when you hear some VERY angry footsteps rushing up to the three of you. A hand firmly grips down on your shoulder. Clover forcefully turns you around and hoo boy, he doesn't look pleased in the slightest.
"Ladies. I don't like where this conversation is goin'. I thought Naomi would've given us some good old fashioned advice on how to handle her."
"She did, Clover. If she was hostile, she would've gone for the shotgun. She's just standing there!"
Clover begins rapidly tapping his foot on the ground, clearly impatient at the lack of spook blood being spilled. You think the anomalously boosted haze is messing with him...
[DOGMATIC MINDSET + SUPPRESSING HAZE] "I-I knew the Naomi thing was going to be a waste of time but I really wanted to trust you two."
[DOGMATIC MINDSET + SUPPRESSING HAZE] "Oh, but no, we have to dick around with an enemy! Someone who has killed the type of people we're trying to protect. SOMEONE WHO, IN HER OWN WORDS, JUST ADMITTED TO HUNTING DOWN OUR MARK!"
[DOGMATIC MINDSET + SUPPRESSING HAZE] "SHE SHOULD BE IN HELL BURNING WITH THE REST OF THEM! WHAT'S NEXT, YOU WANNA FUCK THEM TOO, PARTNER?!"
"That's enough, Clover!" You shove him away from you. Casey immediately moves in to catch him but thankfully, he regains his balance. "You know WHY I wanted to talk to her? To spare her?"
"Oh, please! Give me a good reason we're saving a vermin who's going to betray us any moment-"
"I wanted someone on the inside! Someone to help us!"
Casey's three braincells kick in. She picks up her lantern off the ground and lights it up! A faint orange glow fills the breakroom...
