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Oh no you <span class="mu-i">DON’T!</span> Stabbing your claws into one of the van doors, you use your newfound leverage to yank both closed as the dragon carries you into the air! As the gang piles up like a heap of ragdolls, you’re the first to tunnel to the top! You have a <span class="mu-b">FORCE FIELD,</span> damn it! Why isn’t it… <span class="mu-i">Fielding… FORCE?!</span>
“We’ve had it going for a while now.” Tucker reports as the field in question loudly fizzles outside the van.
“Yep.” Nods Gus, clearly only mildly bothered by your current situation. “Popped in a fresh battery at the Drive-In, but we’ve been usin’ a lotta’ juice… probably on its last legs.”
“Glad to see everyone taking this so well,” Interjects Art impatiently, “but are we planning on <span class="mu-i">DOING</span> anything about this? Look at the damn ceiling!”
Sure enough, the top of the van slowly buckles above you as the dragon digs in with its teeth! Art’s right, you nod, you’ve gotta figure things out while you still have time!
“So let’s just shoot it.” Mitzi shrugs as she mimes a few pulls of a trigger with her hand. “We’ve got one hell of an angle on it as long as we don’t fall out…”
“Stan, you’re a good climber!” Art observes as he motions for you to get going! “Get out there and tear it a new one, okay?”
“<span class="mu-i">Th-there is a-another w-way…</span>” Denise interjects as she shakes some of the turret shell casings out of her bird’s nest hair. “<span class="mu-i">O-one th-that will r-require p-perfect t-timing, ho-however…</span>”
<span class="mu-i">TIMING</span>, you scoff–oh boy, here we go… let me guess, you continue with mild bemusement in your voice, is there a <span class="mu-s">BOMB</span> rigged to the van? They gonna blow it up?
Both Gus and Denise go eerily quiet, prompting the rest of the van to follow suit. Oh god<span class="mu-i">DAMN</span> it, you snarl, who thought <span class="mu-i">that</span> up?!
“Pretty sure Wyatt put it on there after turnin’.” Gus shrugs. “Took the detonator after beating his head in with a socket wrench, but yea. Might be handy.”
“Eddie’s gonna be devastated about <span class="mu-g">RIP…</span>” Sighs Tucker as everyone turns to look at the <span class="mu-g">RIP KORD CARDBOARD CUTOUT</span> still standing in the middle of the van. “... but maybe that’s how he’d want to go…”
Hold the fuck on, you growl, you haven’t decided on anything yet, okay!?
“Well hurry up, please…” Art hisses as you feel the van start to heat up around you, “Because we’re running outta’ time!”
>CONTD.
