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That’s the best idea you’ve heard all night! Zipping up your <span class="mu-s">TRENDY TRACKSUIT</span> and popping the collar, you send a confident nod Chuck’s way–let’s roll!
“C’mon then, and stay low–Smythe’s orders are to eliminate any witnesses…” The old man warns as he moves to open the front door, but pauses! “... Check under the bed, kid.”
Curiouser than a kid on Christmas morning, you peek between the bed and the wall and find a <span class="mu-s">CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION</span> waiting for you along with a <span class="mu-s">BOX OF 6 SHELLS</span> that you load immediately! Seeing you beam appreciatively at his weapon, Chuck responds with an impatient eyeroll.
“Just do me a favor and don’t shoot your foot off with that–it’s an heirloom.”
He doesn’t gotta tell <span class="mu-i">you</span> twice! Shouldering the firearm, the two of you exit the warmth of the cabin and emerge into the full force of the storm!
Torrential rain drenches your face at a near-sideways tilt as you follow the groundskeeper over to a <span class="mu-s">RED PICKUP TRUCK</span>. Unlocking the doors as quickly as he can, Chuck wastes no time in getting the engine started as you hop into the passenger seat!
To the <span class="mu-s">MANSION!</span>
“Roger that!”
Even on full power, the windshield wipers can barely keep up with the rain beating against the windshield–he said you were <span class="mu-i">running through</span> this!?
“That’s how I knew something was wrong,” he replies as he skids away from the cabin and onto a muddy road as if he’d done it a million times (and probably has), “I’ve seen all kinds of drunk during my time in the service and let me tell ya, kid: you weren’t drunk!”
Shit, man, you sigh as you hold on for dear life, thanks for your service! Speaking of, you add, he mentioned Hauser had him by the balls-
“I’ve seen a lot of shit working here all these years,” The groundskeeper grumbles, both eyes locked on the rain soaked windshield, “And not all of it has been above board… my wife passed away years ago–got sick–but that bastard Hauser knew I had a daughter–had his goons keep an eye on her at school from drop-off to pickup!”
Why not skip town, then? Y’know, just run off to, like, New Hampshire or something?
“One thing I’ve learned during my life, kid: if a suit wants something from ya, they’ll get it… doesn’t matter how far ya’ run or who you’ve got watching your back–they’ll find a way eventually.”
A frown forms on your face as you swerve around a fallen tree. What about Mina? Or Darren?
“Couldn’t tell ya.” The man shrugs. “As the proud father of a girl that dyes her hair red and practices goddamn witchcraft in her room all day, all I can say for sure is that I don’t understand kids at <span class="mu-i">all</span>.”
He can say that again, you remark as you spot a shadow lurking between the trees bordering the road, he just gave you a gun!
“I’ll want that <span class="mu-i">back</span>!”
>CONTD.
