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Fun as it’d be to watch Tzah-Tzie and this Lutza chick throw down, you’ve still got a plan to ‘eggs’ecute… You indulge in a bit of laughter at the joke only you heard before sharing the plan with your pals: if there’s any info or things you can use, they’ll be in the <span class="mu-b">OFFICE!</span> Let’s take a look around for it!
“Yea…” Snarls TT as she takes point, “Maybe there’ll be a button inside to drop her tonedeaf butt into a Shyppa tank…”
“Or a button that shoots poppers and streamers!” Adds Volka with a wide-eyed grin!
There’s not gonna be any <span class="mu-i">buttons</span>, okay? You’ve been in your boss’s office millions of times–it’s just cigarette smoke and disconcerting browser tabs… and sometimes something <span class="mu-i">useful</span>!
“Ssh….” Hisses your pint-sized pointDurher, “And keep close…”
Your little shortcut seems to have taken you to a whole level completely separate from the rest of the casino–aside from the dulcet tones from Lutza’s performance osmosing through the floor below, you don’t really hear much on the top floor save for the odd clunking of boots and the occasional door swinging open!
Silent or not, in your mind it confirms one thing: the real heart of the operation’s <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> below!
Your hypothesis is only supported by the guard population up here… or lack thereof. You creep around a few, of course, but after ducking past a gruff-looking Skog with the hiccups you come to the conclusion that they’re either down by the casino or hanging around even <span class="mu-i">deeper</span>...
Unfortunately for your data, as you round another corner you barely manage to press against the wall before an outlier pushes past a set of double doors in the center of the hallway! Waiting for him to depart, you listen as Tzah-Tzie creeps over to where he was and flits around the threshold like a hummingbird around an orchid!
“Plaque says ‘office’,” She whispers as her big eyes point at a section of the wall you couldn’t see in the best of circumstances, “This must be it…”
Dipping inside for a moment, the girl peeks back out with extra caution in her voice!
“Someone’s sleepin’ by the desk! Smells like a Durher…”
What’s the plan?
>Search the joint… QUIETLY!
>Send TT alone!
>Make sure the guy stays asleep…
>Nah, too risky. Let’s go.
>Write-In!
